Welcome To Trench

Warning: talk of suicide.

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Today marks the day I escape. Either that or the day I die. I'm open to either, but no in between.

This place is dreadful, and even though the best way seems to be death; I can't give in. If I give in it's favoring the the office in charge.

So that is why I am escaping.

I won't give up.

Y/n shut her worn out notebook, quickly stuffing it in her backpack with one motion.

Her white rimmed sunglasses along with them in their assigned place in her bag.

She had to move quickly. A meeting with the Bishops was starting soon, and that was her time to escape.

She began her march over to her front door. She wrapped her fingers around the doorknob and waited.

She took calm and collective breaths, preparing herself for the ultimate run she would have to endure.

She was listening for The Horn. The horn signaled everyone in dema to make their way to the neon room, which is where the Bishops would use the neon to form their brains and morph their feelings to the bishops pleasure.

As she heard the first blare of the horn her stomach began to twist with anxiety. It was almost time.

"One." She counted quietly, already out of breath due to her uneasy feeling.

The horn boomed again, another signal that put notice for the people.

"Two..." she trailed off this time, getting down into a running position, her hand now pushing down on the knob.

By the third horn she was off, dashing out of her room and down the hall towards the graveyard.

The graves surrounded dema, so she made sure she was going the right direction with the tiny piece of paper she had of a compass.

She knew she had to go East, due to a letter she found and solved. She just had to follow the sunrise. She also found a small box, filled with yellow duct tape and white rimmed glasses.

She rushed passed the neon gravestones, which marked the suicidal deaths; the good deaths, or so the Bishops said. To y/n she felt quite sad about them, and did not accept it.

Once she got to the wall of dema she quickly squeezed herself into the tiny alley way. It was only barely wide enough to fit her.

She began to quickly lift the wooden sheet, used as a makeshift trapdoor, and disappeared behind it, going down into the tunnel below.

She quickly shut the trapdoor, staying quiet.

the reason she was running was coming soon. She just had to wait it out.

She began to quickly open her bag, and take the white rimmed glasses, and duct tape. She covered herself with the tape, and then put the sunglasses on.

She remembered her father telling her stories of how he tried to escape. He found out he had to wear yellow to escape the watchers. So, she wore the duct tape she found.

She crawled up in the former of the tunnel, and sat down waiting.

Soon the trapdoor began to rumble and a big thud began to happen. Soon watchers flooded the tunnel, going straight for the other side. Usually you couldn't see watchers, only their bright lights but the sunglasses made them identifiable.

Soon they retaliated, due to the end of dema property. They couldn't leave dema, it hurt them.

They raced back up out of the trapdoor and back out, not noticing y/n.

She never knew why the bishops allowed the tunnel to stay standing. She thought maybe because to them, hunting them down was a sport and they enjoyed it. To bad they won't be hunting her down.

She began to walk towards the end of the tunnel, the darkness adding to her anxiety.

She hadn't been this far in the tunnel before but she knew she was now out of dema, due to the fact the watchers stopped there.

Once she got to the end of the tunnel: she opened the trapdoor carefully.

She took a breath of relief and she began to smile proudly. She did it.

Before doing anything else she looked back at the big wall enclosing dema.

A sting crossed through her heart. That was the only home she had. She didn't think it'd be this difficult to leave hell.

She took a deep breath, as she turned around looking at the large mountains that she dreamed about.

It took everything in her power to take the first step, knowing dearly that every step she took would bring her further and further away from her home; away from her parent's neon graves.

After a few steps she began to quicken her pace, feeling more comfortable now.

After a few more steps she was now running, a smile engulfing her face at the feeling of freedom.

She didn't dare look back anymore as she glided through the open plains towards the mountains.

She didn't know where she was going , but she wasn't going to stop.

That is until someone from behind her yelled "hey!"

She looked back to see a man, about her age, she couldn't get a good look at him due to the fact she tripped over a rock and hit her head.

Everything went black.

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I found the girl that stole my box of things! She had tape all over her body and she was wearing my white rimmed sunglasses.

I was going to use that to escape! doesn't she know stealing is a sin?

Though my mind was annoyed with this girl, who put me through all the trouble escaping, I still helped her. She was passed out, so I had to pick her up and carry her up a hill and into my little abandoned barn that I claimed my own that last time I escaped.

It was hard to stay annoyed at her when i saw the small FPE badge that she had on her blueish jumpsuit thing that everyone in dema wore.

That meant she tried to escape before, and failed. I mean, I could escape without the yellow tape and rimmed glasses so I guess she needed them more than me.

I stared at her for a while, before snapping out of my daze. I didn't want to seem like a creep watching her sleep. Ha, that rhymed. I chuckled to myself.

I grabbed the small tin can that I used for water the last time I was here, and made my way to the creek down the hill.

I took a cup of cold water, and made my way back up to the barn that we'll use as a camp. Well, 'we' as in if she wanted to stay.

I took the cup and hovered it over her face, trying to find the right angle to pour it so it wouldn't get into her nose.

I quickly poured it on her forehead, stepping back quickly as her fists came flying.

I slightly chuckled at her attempt, as she gasped for breath.

"What the hell! That's so cold!" She shouted.

I shook my head, chuckles still being heard in my voice, "Would you have liked me to leave you unconscious?" I countered, and she stared at me for a moment. Her face dripping from the cold water.

She let out a sigh and turned her face from me. I'm pretty sure I saw her roll her eyes.

"Where am I?" She demanded, and I raised my eyebrows. I was slightly taken aback by her sudden anger.

"I saved you." I replied. "From that itty-bitty rock down the hill." I added, smiling slightly.

She squeezed her eyes shut, raising her hand to her head. I quickly stopped her, grabbing her wrist and placing it down on her lap.

"No. I need to go get more water to clean off this cut. Don't touch it with your dirty hands! you'll get it infected."

She looked at me with a 'who do you think you are?' face.

I felt like giving her the same face but gave her a small smile instead. First impressions, you know? "Just stay here and I'll be right back."

I took off down the hill again, this time with a couple cans to fill with water.

Once I returned she was on her feet, leaning over the wall, and I quickly placed the waters down and helped her stand.

"You have a concussion, you shouldn't be moving."

"Well, we have to keep moving or they'll find us." She argued, and I shook my head, helping her down on the ground.

"Well, we won't be able to run from them if you're hurt so we're better off staying here for a while." I advised, making her groan. "Sit. I'm about ready to clean your cut."

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Y/n watched as the man made his way out of the old barn again. He was acting like her mom did when she would skin her knee. Was it really that bad?

She reached up and touched her wound, feeling a wet substance of blood.

Before she knew it the man was rushed over to her, grabbing her wrist and pulling it down. "I told you not to touch!"

He got up and placed the tin can filled with water beside him, and a small piece of an aloe plant.

He grabbed a sharp piece of metal that was laying around and began to tear a part of his jumpsuit's sleeve.

Y/n watched him closely as he stuck the ripped cloth inside the cold water and wringed it out.

He began to reach for her chin with his left hand and her cut with his right but she stopped him.

"I don't know you..." she stated, and he chuckled slightly.

"It's not like I'm going to kiss you. Stay still." He began to reach for her wound again but she pushed it away. He sighed and leaned back to better present himself. "I'm Tyler. Okay? Now can I please get this over with?"

Tyler stared at her with a serious look, and after a few moments she nodded.

"Y/N..." she trailed off, and Tyler used that as a yes to clean her wound.

Carefully, so he wouldn't hurt her, he dabbed the small wet fabric to her bloody wound. She flinched at first at the coldness touching her skin, but soon relaxed.

Once he was finished, he squeezed at the aloe plant making this green goopy stuff come out. Y/n cringed at the weird thing he had in his hand. She had never seen this plant before.

He adjusted himself in front of her face, and began to reach for her wound, but she quickly grabbed his arm, making him look at her in confusion and annoyance.

"Really? Are you going to do this every time?"

"What is that stuff?" She questioned nervously, and he sighed annoyed. He ignored her weak arms pushing him off of her and placed it onto her wound. "Hey!"

"Stop moving." He said as she could feel him spread it across her injury. "It's called magic." He answered sarcastically once he was done smearing it on her.

He began to clean up, and he gave her the second can of water.

"Drink. You're probably dehydrated. Lucky you it's a freshwater creek."

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Y/n was abruptly woken up by a clatter in the corner of the abandoned barn, and she immediately stood up, making her feel weak and dazed.

The sun was still down, and the fire that they started was now burnt out into ashes.

She stayed still, not wanting to draw attention to herself to whatever was in the corner making that noise. She wasn't fit to run at the moment so all she could do was hope for the best.

She looked across from her to find Tyler heavily asleep. He was just in enough away to kick his foot, which made him stir and moan out a complaint.

She kicked him again but harder, which made him slowly sit up and stare at her with a deathly glare. Now she knew he didn't like being woken up.

"There's something in the corner over there." She whispered, and his expression just got more grumpy than before.

"Oh, it must be a monster. Let's invite it over for a sleepover." He snarked, and then turned back over to his side.

The clatter happened again, and it was Tyler's turn to sit up abruptly. Y/n kicked his foot again, harder as if saying 'I told you so!'

"Okay! Okay!" He whispered, as he got up and slowly made his way closer to the corner of the barn.

He heard some sort of flapping noise, like maybe some sort of bird. He knew it wasn't anything too dangerous like the bishops, more specifically Nico.

As he got closer, the mysterious creatures let out a crow, signaling his defense.

That's when Tyler's face grew a big smile. "Clifford!" He cheered, as the bird began to walk out of the shadows.

Y/n froze in fear and disbelief as she watched the bird get closer to Tyler and flap it's wings. Tyler chuckled and reached his hand out. "Tyler!" Y/n warned, but he didn't listen as he patted the bird's head.

She watched as the bird leaned into his hand like a cat.

"Oh! Y/n, this is Clifford. Clifford, y/n." Tyler greeted, and y/n blinked in confusion. "I used to feed him in dema and then when I escaped the first time he followed me out and now he follows me everywhere."

Y/n nodded slowly, still trying to wrap her mind around the fact tyler was touching a bird. Let alone a bird that excites death.

Tyler looked out beyond the horizon seeing the sun beginning to rise. "We should get moving." He said. "Shouldn't we Clifford?" He added, patting his head one more time.

Y/n wouldn't let her eyes leave the creature the entire time she packed her bag.

"Hmm, now we just need to find Jason." Tyler spoke, lifting his bag onto his shoulders.

"Jason?" Y/n questioned, slowly beginning to walk next to Tyler. She still felt a little dizzy.

"Yeah, my pet cheetah." Tyler smiled at y/n before taking off in front of her. Clifford began to flap his wings and take off, and y/n squealed at the bird's sudden movements.

Tyler chuckled. "You won't survive a day out here with that attitude."

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Tyler and y/n seemed to have walked at least 3 hours. They began going up a mountain one hour ago and it was hard for

y/n to keep going, especially with her injury.

"Where are we going?" She asked.

"To the banditos." He said as he stopped and looked at the two ways in the route. He chose to go left, which was up a hill and y/n groaned.

"How do you know they aren't down the hill?" Y/n complained, and Tyler shook his head.

"Because last time I went down the hill I got captured." He adjusted his backpack. "They are up here. I know it."

Y/n looked down at her feet as she walked, giving her something to concentrate on.

"Do you think they are far?" She asked.

Tyler didn't answer, for he stopped in his tracks. Y/n looked up over his shoulder to see a man in yellow with a bow pointed straight for Tyler's head.

"Who are you?" The man asked, making y/n tense up.

"I'm Tyler. This is..." Tyler gestured towards y/n before replying: "y/n."

"Why are you here?" He asked.

"We've escaped dema and now we're here looking for the banditos."

The man relaxed his bow down to his side. "welcome to trench."

He guided them both around the corner of the hill, revealing a large open space filled with tents and and campfires. There were kids chasing each other. And stumps providing other people to sit and have conversation.

"I advise you to talk with my father. He is one of the bandito leaders." He guided both of them into one of the rather bigger tents.

There y/n saw 3 people having conversion about what seemed to be serious from the looks of their faces.

"Dad." The man spoke up and, who y/n assumed was his father, turned his head.

He had a surprised look on his face, but soon his face relaxed and he put a small smile on his face.

"You're the boy we tried to save down in trench." He assumed, and Tyler nodded his head. Y/n looked from both of them, feeling sort of uncomfortable. "And who might you be?"

Y/n stuck her hand out to give the man a greeting shake.

"Y/n."

The man shook her hand and nodded. "I'm William. I prefer Bill. This is my son Josh, and the other leaders over there-" he pointed behind him. "That's Alex and Georgia."

They both looked up and waved, but kept their distance, deciding they'll introduce themselves later.

"Uh, I'm Tyler." Tyler added, and Bill nodded with a smile.

"Give me a moment and I'll get you two some jackets." Bill explained, and they nodded their heads.

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"Hey, how are you feeling?" I asked Y/N at the campfire that night. She shrugged her head, drawing in the dirt with a stick.

"I mean, I forgot about my concussion until you brought it up." She replied, glancing up at the fire.

I chuckled. She went silent, staring at the flames burning the wood. I nudged her arm, to which she turned and looked at me with a questioning look.

"Why do you look so down? We made it."

"I just... I can't get over the fact I made it out and my parents didn't. They tried so many times, and they couldn't get out." She confessed, and a frown took over my face.

"Well, we can go back for them now that we have people to help us." I said as a picked up the bow and arrow beside me that I was practicing on with Josh earlier. "And we have these super cool bows!" I smiled letting out a chuckle.

I glanced over to see her eyes locked with mine. She had a sad smile on her face, and her eyes were filled with sorrow and pain. She didn't have to tell me they were gone, just that face gave me all the evidence I needed. She shook her head and stared back at the fire.

I looked down, mentally hitting myself for not getting the point straight off the top. "Oh..." I trailed off. "I'm sorry."

"It was their own fault." She replied quietly. "The neon reminds me- reminded me- of that every day."

I watched her carefully, trying to read every thought going through her brain. I watched a tear escaped her eye landing on her lap. She wiped it quickly, sniffling.

I reached over and rubbed her back. I didn't know what to say, so I said nothing. We ate our cooked rabbit in silence while Bill told a story about one of his past adventures as a bandito.

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I've decided to end it here. It's sort of an open ending, and I'll make a part 2 if you guys want. It was just getting very long and I was getting stuck. I also have many other ideas I'd like to work on. Thanks :)

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