The mountain range. a large breath of fresh air from the cultivated sights and entertainment of human reality. Its snow capped peaks grazing the cornflower sky and its radiant polychromatic hue. The familiar calling of birds and the bird song of embracive tweets made up the background chorus. The air was fresher than even the most isolated of hamets. And although it's a miracle that this site hadn’t been disgraced with needless human ingenuity due to the dozen of dangers it held selflessly. Guess she didn’t learn from the first time. Twelve humans. All resting at the base of the ethereal sight.
He awakened, his head positioned to stare at the blurry clouds above. For a second he had no idea whether he was falling or floating. He delved deep into his memories attempting to recollect what series of events could have possibly led him up to this moment. Taking the time to look around himself, not only was he hit with the worst headache of his life but also hit with the realisation that he was situated on a hill, a mountain range behind him with a dozen other people who all slowly started to wake up, a girl next to him clutched her head, her palm rubbing her forehead that was overlaid with medium light brown hair.
The day was set in late noon, the sun shining its golden light onto the lime grass below, all the people around stood up and decided to arrange themselves in a circle. Some seemed panicked, others frustrated or even calm. In total there were 12 people including a baby and himself. Suddenly a man spoke, the unexpectedness of his voice jolting another female.
“Does anybody know how old the kid is?” he sighed, straightening out his black hair and his uniform clothes. Everyone shook their heads. Another man spoke, this time with light brown hair. “We should introduce ourself-”
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“There’s too many people. If I can't remember my entire life there’s no guarantee I can remember a name.”
“I agree with the woman.” the man with dark hair said. “Lets pick something simple, i’m first in this circle so that’ll be my name.” 1 said, passing the turn to the person next to him.
“That makes me number 2 then, I don't remember much.” she mumbled to the group.
“Neither do i.” a voice intervened, clearly irritated by her statement.”I'm 3.” 3 introduced himself. He looked to be of latino descent. Wearing a casual jacket which housed a white tank top. His hands sported fingerless gloves. He was promptly elbowed by number four, a japanese man with part of his pinky finger missing, four had an eyebrow slit and long black slicked hair tied at the back of his head with the sides shaved. His black leather jacket on top of his white collar shirt.
“I’m five it seems.” A dark haired man much like 1 introduced himself with lacklustre effort. Seemingly too interested in his dark rimmed glasses.
“Number six?” 1 said. “Care to introduce yourself?”
Number six didn’t respond. To busy on her-
“Wait, she has a phone!” a woman who would’ve been number nine in the circle said, crawling towards number six and peering over six’s shoulder to see the familiar rectangular object.
“6 pass it here.” 1 said.
“No, I need to check for any messages.” she muttered calmly, standing up and evolving on her tiptoes reaching into the sky to no avail. ”damn clouds.” whilst 1 attempted to reason with her three tackled her to the ground, with three’s arms around six’s torso her phone flying out of her hand into the soil where it was quickly retrieved by 9.
“It’s cracked.” she said to the dismay of the others. Swiping on it. “It still works though.” the other members of the group visibly relaxed. Meanwhile three got off six and they recuperated, six still flashing glares at him. 1 -who was now in possession of the phone- wiped off the dirt and Placed it into the middle of the circle. Words in all different languages flashed on the white screen.
‘You may be wondering where you are. Or in fact. Who you are. My name is twenty three. Good luck’