Chapter one of a fantasy story I am writing.
Chapter one
I was walking down the street in the middle of the night thinking wow the stars are beautiful. Then out of no where I got hit so hard I became unconscious. I woke up tied and still in a daze trying to remember what happened. My vision was still blurry but I make out a figure standing before me carrying something, which I assumed was the thing that hit me. I looked around I was in a windowless room, thinking I’m probably in a basement or something. They clearly wanted me alive because I was still breathing. While I was still in a daze someone yelled , “Who do you work for?” at me I was so confused wondering what the f*** they were talking about.
“Who are you?” I asked.
“I said who do you work for?” he replied
“Who do you work for b****” I yelled
“None of your damn business”
“Well I asked who you are, I’m not saying anything till you tell me who the f*** you are and who your working for.” I yelled
“First off I ask the questions, and second I am your worst nightmare” he replied. I’m wondering what the heck he is talking about.
After some time he announced “I have to attend to other duties, so I will be back to check on you later.” Well this guard was stupid he didn’t check my pockets and left a gun in plain site. I’m thinking this is a time to escape. So being the Boy Scout I am I had a knife in my back pocket. I started cutting my rope as fast as I could. When I was out I grabbed the gun, I attempted to open the door but it was locked from the outside. So I shot the lock and on the door, and I opened it and found myself trapped in a huge underground maze. “Oh What The F***!!!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. Then I heard some guards saying “Over there we can’t let anyone escape or the queen will have our heads”, oh shit I thought, and since when are there queens. I’m really glad my dad taught me how to hunt. I hid behind a couple of crates waiting for them, when the guards ran pass they didn’t even notice me. So I yelled “Die Hoes” and opened fire on them. I ran up to them raiding the stuff they had looking for anything useful. One of them was the guard named Roger_the_Alien, I thought ahhhh aliens. someone named 11, hmm that’s an odd name I thought and that was the same guy that never checked my pockets, and left a gun in plain site. I took their ammo, another gun, med kits and IDs. Well whoever there “queen” is she really wants to know who I am working for. I wandered around the maze for hours and hours running in to more guards and killing them. When I found another door I opened it and found some guy sitting there bloody and beaten. I asked “what happened to you?”
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