The Girl Who Runs With Grievers

Prologue

Nothing.

That's all I remember. Absolutely nothing.

When I wake up I'm soaked. It can't be sweat. It feels too sweet. And sweat isn't able to soak hair to its tips. My breathing is heavy and even though my eyes are wide open, I see close to nothing. I suddenly hear a noise louder than the loudest scream a person could ever let out. When I look up I see a red, flickering light. I don't know where the noise is coming from, but I want it to stop. It feels like my ears will start bleeding. I bring my knees to my chin and cover my ears, grasping my fingers into my hair. I close my eyes. I feel movement, I'm going up, but it doesn't scare me enough to open my eyes and see where I'm going. I force myself to open my eyes when the screaming of the grinding metal stops and light covers my eyelids. I slowly stand up, but within seconds crash into the other side of the giant metallic box I'm in. I breathe out slowly and use the checkered wall to pull myself up. I have to blink a couple of times before my eyes get used to the light of the falling evening I'm supposedly in, but when I look up, I see no sun. I have a hard time trying to climb out of the box, since I think I am about 5"4. When I finally manage to pull my body over the edge of the damn box all I see is grass. I sit up straight and look around. I want to scream, shout, find somebody who can help me, but when I open my mouth no sound is able to leave. It's like I have no voice anymore. It wouldn't matter anyway, since there is nobody here. About fifteen minutes of lying in the grass with my eyes closed and breathing heavily in and out I managed to get up from the ground and get a clear look of where the hell I was stranded. I wanted to go back into my memory, but funny enough there were none. All I could recall was what happened just over twenty minutes ago, nothing more. No name, no heritage, no age, no people. Absolutely nothing.

This place I am in is just a plain, giant field, but there is something strange. I feel it. Ironically, it takes me a long time until I notice the gigantic walls surrounding me. Even though this field is large enough to put a couple of hundred people in, I feel like I'm being suffocated. I start to panic. I grab my throat and try to concentrate on my breathing to calm myself, but it's no use. When I'm semi-calm I walk towards the giant walls and put my hand against them. The stone these walls are made of is cold as ice, like I expected. I don't know why, but I just wanted to touch it. While my hand pets the stone I walk further. With every step that I take, every second that passes, every little puff of wind that examines the waving ability of my hair, I see the real beauty of this place. I have no clue of how I got here, but I don't really feel the need to leave. After all, these are only the first of maybe many moments in this field, who knows? I close my eyes as I continue walking, only trusting my hand that guides me by its connection to the stone walls. When my hand loses connection I open my eyes again. I'm looking at another wall. But this wall is ... different. It has some kind of ivy covering most of it. My head slightly turns. I take a step closer to the opening, nearing the "new" wall. When I do so, a strong gust sweeps me off of my feet.

Literally.

It throws me back a couple of centimeters. I hear the sound of scraping stones. I look to my left and right and see two parts of the wall shoving out of place. Well, not really out of place, I suppose. Actually, I think they're shoving into place. I take a couple of steps back, even though I think I'm backed up enough to prevent myself from getting crushed. The doors close with a loud thud. I raise an eyebrow and walk back to the metal box I arrived in and start unpacking the supplies, carefully examining everything. Whoever sent me up here gave me a giant machete, pots and pans, a couple of bags with different kinds of seeds in it, a sac with potatoes, peas and carrots, a bottle filled with water, a sleeping bag with a pillow and a blanket, some clothes and some metal tools. Just the heads of the metal tools though. I raise an eyebrow and look at my supplies, but the day isn't granting me much time, because night falls quickly. I look up at the skies but see no moon nor stars and come to realize this place is probably not on planet Earth, but of course I could be wrong. I looked up to check if there would be any rainfall tonight, but since there are no sun, moon, stars and clouds I figure there is a low probability it will ever rain here.