**What Our female Lead wears when she comes out of the box- Black combat boots, black long sleeve shirt,  black strappy sports bra, tan pants, hair in a pony. 

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She woke with a loud gasp. Choking on water that had filled her lungs. She rolled onto her front and lifted herself shakily onto hands and knees coughing and throwing up. As soon as her stomach had emptied itself, and there was air in her lungs.. it hitched in her throat. It was dark and cold.

"Hello?"

Her throat hurt. A lot. It was raw and raspy, like she had just finished screaming at the top of her lungs. She took a shaky breath and tried again.

"Hello? Someone? Hello? Anyone?"

Nothing. Empty silence. And black. She couldn't see anything, not even her own hand in front of her face! Her breathing started to speed up. Her head was pounding, and her stomach was twisting with fear and anxiety.

"I don't know where I am, or what's going on...I don't even know how I got here!" She paused for a moment and a realization hit her even harder, "I don't even bloody know my name?!"

Her lungs felt like they were being squeezed by a vice, she couldn't get enough oxygen to the brain, she was taking shallow short breaths, her head felt like it was going to explode.

"I can't breathe!"

Everything was going fuzzy. She was going to pass out.

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She woke with a gasp, for a second time. She was still in darkness, still with no idea how she got there or where 'there' was. Pushing herself up into a sitting position with her knees pulled up to her chest, she wrapped her arms around them. She tried to make herself as small as possible, her heart was still thumping wildly. She didn't like the dark.

"Okay," She said her voice sounded high pitched, "I know one thing about myself. Not helpful, but it's a start. Deep breath, in through the nose and out through the mouth."

Closing her eyes, she tried to concentrate on something, anything but the cold and dark...

"My name. What is my name? Why can't I bloody remember that?" She whispered.

She tried harder, squeezing her eyes shut, trying to think, trying to force herself to remember. It felt like a big wall was built around all her personal memories, all the details of who she was, where she came from, what made her, her. All the details were hidden behind the wall...it was like grasping at fog, slipping through her fingers.

"Great" she thought, "I can remember what fog is and how it works, but not my name?"

A sharp stabbing pain shot through her head, from right between eyes straight to the back of her head. She thought she almost had something, a letter, two letters, maybe part of a name. Just as quickly it slipped through her mental fingers. Her breathing started to quicken again.

"No! Don't have a shucken panic attack again, you bloody idiot," she scolded herself. She rubbed her forehead, "that doesn't help the situation! How come I know what an anxiety attack is, but nothing substantial? No details of who I am! Bloody shucken wonderful, now I'm a memory loss patient who is talking to themselves. Also shuck is a weird word." She paused, and took a slow shaking breath, "This is stupid." She muttered in frustration. "Don't worry about the name thing...yet..my current situation is what?"

Taking a deep slow breath she opened her eyes and stretched out a shaking hand. Her eyes were useless in this situation, the other senses should work. Right? Something in the back of her mind, a deep male voice yelling at her to take in her surroundings.

"What can I feel?" she whispered to no one but herself. "It's cold, really cold. The ground feels...hard, and cold...metal? It's got holes, like a grate, rough, too small to fit my hand...the walls? Feel the same. Wonder if I can touch the roof? What can I smell? Stale old air and motor oil and sterilization cleaners...like at the dentist or hospital."

When she concentrated on the strange mixture of smells it made her empty stomach turn. She could feel the bile rise, she threw up nothing but more water. Wiping her mouth on the back of her hand, she got her shaking legs under her into a crouch, looking up trying to see the top. She stood up. Before she reached her full height, she slammed her head on what was obviously the top. She dropped to the grated floor with a loud cry of pain. She now had a nasty gash on her forehead. She could feel the trickle of hot sticky blood run down her face.

"Bloody hell! What the actual shuck? It's like a cage! I'm stuck in a cage!"

As she came to the horrible conclusion of 'I'm stuck in a metal cage in pitch black, with a bleeding forehead and no memory of anything'; she heard a loud shrill grinding of gears. With a rough jerk the metal cage began to rise. The abrupt movement made her fall onto her side from the squatting position she was previously in. She curled into a ball, her back pressed against the cold metal wall. She tried not to cry...crying was not going to help. But the hot tears leaked out the sides of her tightly shut eyes anyways.

"I don't know my name. I know I don't like small dark places. I don't know how I got here or where I'm going, just up..."

She could feel her throat getting tight again, it was getting harder to breathe.

What if I'm a captive? What if I'm trapped here forever? Was I kidnapped from my family and put here? What're they going to do to me? Leave me here to die? Take me out and torture me? What if I'm all alone?

She couldn't stop the awful thoughts floating around her brain.

Get a weapon! Something to defend with!

The loud male voice yelled in her head again. With something her panicking brain could grasp onto, she pushed herself back to a sitting position, wiping the blood out of her eye. She started to crawl forward, slowly, using her hands to feel in front of her. She made the mistake of not being careful with the top of the shuck cage.

"Shuck? That's not the first time I used that word...it's a weird word...I obviously wacked my head harder than I thought" She whispered to herself again.

Her hand brushed something rough and hard, but it wasn't metal this time. She felt around a bit more. It was a crate. A wood crate, using her hands to find the top, she tried to open it.

Nailed shut. That's no help.

The metal cage clanged to a sudden stop, throwing her onto her side again, this time scrapping her arm against the wood box, she could feel blood trickle down her arm. A loud alarm sounded abruptly, accompanied by a flashing red light. The noise echoed all around the small metal cage she was trapped in. She slapped her hands over her ears. And clamped her eyes closed. Everything shut off just as abruptly as it started. The silence was just as loud as the alarm. She held her breath, slowly scooting into the corner of the cage. She strained her ears to hear anything, her eyes wide open in fear.

She heard something, quietly at first, but rapidly getting louder...the deep rumble of voices. Wild, deep voices, all yelling over each other, it was all incoherent yelling, muffled by the cage. The noise came from above her. She tilted her head up, terrified with what was about to happen.

Who's up there? Will they hurt me? Kill me? Are they the ones who put me in here? Are they my captives?

More awful thoughts swirled around her mind. She couldn't hold her breath anymore, she let out a small whimper.

A loud clanging and a slow squeak of big solid metal doors opening up. Blinding bright warm light blasted into the cage. It seared her eyes, it hurt after being in the cold dark for so long. Blinking and rubbing her stinging eyes, she looked up. Everything was hazy and distorted like trying to open your eyes underwater. Blinking a few more times everything slowly came into focus. And the bodies of the voices became clear. She could now make out some of what was being said. It did nothing to lessen her terror.

"Do you see the poor shank?"

"Wonder what they look like?"

"Ha! Probably look like klunk in a shirt! Kinda like you Dave!"

"Shut it man!" yelled the boy obviously named Dave.

"Wonder how old he'll be?"

"Wonder if they're blubbering down there klunking their pants! Like you, little shank!"

"I'm never going to live that down!"

"UHG, it still smells like feet down there!"

"Hope you enjoyed your one way trip, Greenie!"

"It's a one way ticket!"

The bodies standing around the box all belonged to boys, all of them- some younger, some older, some short, some tall, light skinned and dark skinned. But all boys. All dirty sweaty teenage boys. She shrank back in the corner of the dark cage, willing herself to become even smaller, squeezing her eyes closed, biting her lower lip trying not to whimper or cry. If she didn't move maybe they would go away?

"Hey! Where's the Greenie? 'Aint we supposed to be getting a fresh one today?"

"Slim it Fry, he's down there, probably hiding, klunking his pants...the stupid greenie."

Some of the words these boys were using sounded so weird and foreign, but at the same time it tickled something at the back of her brain.

"Slim it!" a voice louder than the rest yelled, the chattering boys went silent.

"Ya, I don't see the Green Bean either, obviously he's hiding. Newt! You're our resident welcome party, go down and check it out. I don't think this shank is gonna put up a fight. Especially if he's hidden' Uh, we got ourselves another weak one. I don't have time for this shuckin nonsense"

He? I definitely know that I'm NOT a HE... If they were all expecting a boy, what are they going to do with me? Why am I here? They were expecting a boy...but I'm most definitely a girl.

There was a loud clang and the metal cage swung a little. A small gasp escaped her lips, accompanied with a terrified whimper. Her eyes met the boy's as he spun around at the sudden noise. It was his turn to let out a gasp. His eyes went wide. He stood there with his mouth hanging open and his eyes wide with shock.