Personal Narrative: The Labyrinth

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INTO THE LABYRINTH

I woke with a start, only to find myself engulfed in darkness. I stand to try to walk, but hit my head on a hard metal ceiling. A smell lingers in the air makes me gag. The odor is bitter and distinct; blood. Suddenly a burst of memory appears in my confused mind… two days ago they chose me… Cass Taylor to go into, “The Labyrinth”, and I realize why I’m in this dingy, dark place. Every three years they pick thirty of the best participants from our community to go into, “The Labyrinth”, and find the finish line, obviously. I’m sure it sounds easy right? Well let me tell you it’s definitely NOT. The maze has many deathtraps, monsters that you couldn’t possibly imagine, pits, dead ends, and much, much more. Oh, and I forgot to mention that the maze MOVES… night and day, nonstop. The maze never stops twisting, turning, churning, and trapping. We also have the choice to kill other participants to increase our chances of finishing, or to remain peaceful and mind our own business. None of the participants in the past have come out of the labyrinth, well …show more content…

I start to kick and push forward with all my power, but this cistern is just too wide. My muscles sting with fatigue. If I go any further I’ll drown, I have to make a tough decision. I could try to swim back and hope I don’t drown, or I could swim to the bottom and explore, but if I do that I have the possibility of running out of air. I decide to go deep sea diving. I soon realize that I’ve made a huge mistake, this pit really is bottomless, and I’m running out of air. As soon as I’m about give up hope, I hit my head on what I think is the bottom of the cistern, and find a wait… no that can’t be a-a...DOOR! I swing the, gigantic door open, and gasp in the air

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