I wake up my slumber, the air is chilled like it was at the night before. As the rain pours against my window, I could see are the stars. I move to the side of the room, I reach out and touch the wooden walls. They feel so dry despite the rain, although the rain is on the outside it has been raining so long it feels as if the water has come through the walls and is drenching me. Enter the lightning, as it strikes the top of the bell tower, I can feel it. I look towards the arm bars and look out across the corridor, as my fingers wraparound the cold iron bars. The skeletons walk the corridors with their bows, ready to aim, ready to fire. It is not our kingdom now. I look opposite me, a boy who was part Enderman sits there. His green eyes are like emeralds, he still has his headset from when he was free. And he was a jacket of some sort. It has been so long since we’ve been in the outside world, the human race, the free race, mostly destroyed. Most civilisations were destroyed. Most half-bloods were killed. This boy seems to be one of the few survivors. A human traitor wanders the corridors with the skeletons. Although I’m not sure he is one hundred percent human. His skin is blue, or at least to me it is blue. But what is a colour? If our souls cannot reach out. He hits the sticks against the bars of the cells, to hear the sound. He wears a darker blue hoodie. He is getting ready for something, I’m not sure what. Seems awfully smart as if to say to us Tonight is your last night alive. I go back to looking at the boy opposite me. I wonder why he can’t just teleport out. Perhaps it’s because he didn’t inherit the teleportation ability. I then look to my left and then my right. Only wood.


 The guy with the blue skin opens my door. He grabs my arm and drags me unwillingly outside to the corridor. I’m thrown in a green box, I can see the sun at last. I look around me, two younger females with me. And I look around the room beyond green glass, there’s pink glass with two people in, then I look again. There’s also a blue box with three people in. And next to them, a yellow box with another two people in. The boy with the emerald eyes is also thrown into the same box as me. It feels hot like we are being cooked. The light is something becoming harsher. The skeletons tap their bows in a chant. The skeletons are black like they’ve been smelted away. Suddenly the pink people go they vanish. I feel like there’s a high-pitched noise around me getting louder and louder. But the chanting of the bows makes the atmosphere incredible. Suddenly the yellow people also get dropped out of the sky. I hear them wail. It is hard to see what they look like only that they were there. Finally the blue team go, and in the floor begins to shake, me and the others we look at each other, we don’t know what’s about to happen. And we drop.


 


We fall more and more and faster and faster, if we hit the ground we’re dead. But weren’t we dead anyway?

We are falling through the clouds, it is hard to breathe here. The clouds are now moving away, I see a blue in the distance. It is getting bigger and bigger, it’s an ocean. I hit it and getting searing pain in my body like a burn mark. The pain is so much, I can barely breathe. I try and pull myself towards the surface. The water is very heavy, I look around me, there is land ahead and I start to head towards it. I used to swim every day, every day before monsters came. I don’t remember much else. Is it I don’t want to remember it or it is purely can’t? The island seems a long way away, and the two younger females much closer than I am. I haven’t seen the boy since we hit the water, I wonder if he’s still alive? Every pull I make in the water is like pulling a rock. Suddenly my legs are touching something, I look down. It is gravel and I slowly bring myself my feet. The sun is quite high up in the sky still, I look at the two younger females. One of them is wearing a white hoodie, and black jeans. She has black hair, like the coal you would find in a mine, and the deep brown eyes. She looks at me with suspicion. I’m also very suspicious of her. When I turn my attention to the other, she’s shaking from the cold. She wears a grey jumper, black shorts. She has blond-grey hair, and has a daisy chain around her head. She seems hurt. I look out of the corner of my eye. The boy with the Emerald eyes is leaning against a tree, he’s bleeding quite badly. All of a sudden there’s a large screech, our attention tends towards the sky. The guy with the blue skin is making a speech.


“This is an experiment, there are 11 of you alive right now, in 10 days’ time, there will be only one. We have divided you into several teams. Your objective is to be the last team standing. You do not know the people around you, we have kept in isolation so long. In 10 days’ time, you will fight to the death, if you do not fight before then. Take out the other teams, and increase your chance of survival in that last fight. We shall supply you with nothing. We shall not retrieve your bodies. We want to see your reaction as humans and as members of the previous civilisation, to the events of our homeland. The winner will be set free. For the rest of you your bodies will remain on these islands, forever. Every time one of you die, I shall make broadcast announcement. You won’t need luck, for most of you it won’t save you.” The broadcast crackles and go silent and blank. The sun is now starting to set, we need to get materials and fast. I am starting to punch against one of the trees hoping to snap of the wood. I get some, but my knuckles are now bloody. I am creating space, and I manage to create a very bad axe. I am starting to slam the axe against another tree, an Apple falls into my hand. Because I look up, I can now see the stars. It is night, at night the monsters came. I hear them now. The two younger females grab the boy by the arms, and drag him into a nearby cave. I pick up my wood and go in the same direction as they are. We are all very cold from the water, and the boy’s wounds seem worse than they first looked. He’s going to have to wait until morning for us to bandage them. We are huddling in a corner. I place my wood down again, and I make a sword. It isn’t very good, but if we get attacked by the monsters of the night, we will go down fighting. With a mind of my wood I create a wooden pickaxe. I give the pick to one of the younger females, she creates a furnace from every piece of stone she grinds out the wall. Although we have nothing to cook, I feel as if we actually stand a chance. The boy gets up, he is severely wounded but trudges along. He takes the wooden pickaxe from the girl with the daisy chain. And clambers down the stone rocky path. We can hear is drip… drip… drip, and groan… groan… groan and hiss… hiss… hiss and rattle… rattle… rattle. The girl of the daisy-chain sits next to me, she’s telling me her name is Sarah, and that the other girl called Katie, and the young boy is called Tom. We are here for an experiment, I now know. I have a feeling I will die. There is a sudden shiver in the air, and the scream. All three of us get up and run in the direction of the scream, down the rocky path. There is some light up ahead head, it seems bright but not like sunlight, here are popping noise, and the ground is getting hotter. Suddenly the ground drops, so do I. I hit the ground with a thud. I immediately tuck my arms in.


“Don’t move! Don’t move… Or we are all going to die! Just nobody move…”