Creative Writing - Story The Selected

I woke up and there were sticks in my hair, the air was cold, and I was alone. I opened my eyes and all I saw were trees. Everywhere. I look over and see three others on the ground.

As I looked around, I noticed one of the boys had woken up. In a daze we lock eyes, 

“What the hell happened, where the fuck am I and who are you?” he asked.

“I don’t know, my name is Jordan.”

Looking away from him, I noticed this cardboard box. Big enough to carry a head but small enough to be hidden away from the world. There were four of them. I found mine and looked inside. It had a blanket, pillow, backpack, water bottle, knife, fire starting kit, and a piece of paper. Unfolding the paper, it read “PARTICIPANTS, THIS IS YOUR ONE CLUE, GOOD LUCK” in big bold letters.

Gazing at the area, all the others have finally woken up.