Cory's pov
I woke up. I wasn't on my bed. I jumped up, and looked straight. What a view. I was on top of a cliff, a pleasant breeze flowing through my golden hair. Where am I? Where's Nick? Why was I brought here?

Questions bellowed in my head, with no answers in reach or any clues. I looked where I was asleep. Just bright grass. This isn't a dream. This is reality.

There was no sun, but yet, gleaming light was filling all around. This place was huge, but I could barely see the end. Just black darkness. What was happening?

Something by me caught my attention. A polished, wooden, kinda small chest. More like a box, if anything. I walked over to it, and it flung open. A backpack. By it was food, water, and other things to help survive.

Chances are, if I'm here, Nick will be too. I don't know if anyone else will be here. I could just be me. Alone. I shook that thought out of my head. I packed everything into the bag, and quickly put the backpack on my... back.

"Hey! Anyone here!?" I called.

Nothing. Not even an echo from this empty space. A true punch in the gut. As I walked past the wooden box, I noticed something behind it. I spun around, to see a note.

Nick is here. Shelby is here. Your friends are here.

Shubs. Shit. She's probably freaking out and having a mental breakdown. Cory, forget everything about your past life. YouTube, gone. Electricity, gone. All you focus on is to survive.

I started down the cliff, my feet nearly slipping each time. The rocks rolled down by my every step, the wind blasting in my face. Half way, there was a flat surface. I decided to rest there, when I heard crying.

There was a small cave near, and as I drew closer, the sobs became more clear. I got to the opening, and saw the last person I wanted to.

Shelby.