I woke up in a room. There seemed to be six other people in there. 

“Hello?” I said.

“Yes?” Someone said from across the room.

“Where are we?”

“I have no idea”

Other people started waking up. We couldn’t recall what happened. It’s like we knew each other already, but we couldn't remember one another, all we knew were our names. 

My name is Kyle. I looked around and there was a mirror in the corner. I don’t remember my age, but by looking at my reflection I seemed to be in my 30s. The person I was just talking to is named Abigail.

“Who are you guys?” Abigail asked.

“I’m Kyle” I said.

“Hello, Kyle, do you know these other people?”

“N-no, I don’t, but their faces, they look so familiar.”

The sound of a Walkie-Talkie was being played and then a voice spoke through making the others wake up. 

“Hello? Hello?” The Walkie-Talkie spoke.

“Yes, hello,” I said.

“Hello there, you may not remember anything, but you need to get out, fast!”
“Wait, who are you?”

“I know this is going to sound crazy, but you guys got knocked out and got kidnapped. I stole this Walkie-Talkie from one of the kidnappers by fighting with one of them, and I overheard them saying how they made you guys forget everything,”

“Well, not everything, we still remember our names.”

“Well, that’s good-”

“But wait, who are you?”
“My name is Alex, I’m a personal friend of yours, we were at a party I went to the bathroom and when I came out, you guys and a couple of other people were gone. I went to the window to look for you guys and I saw that you were outside with some people I’ve never seen before.”

“Wait a minute, I’m starting to remember that?”

“That’s good, but talk to each other and more memories will probably come back.” 

“Okay, sounds good Alex, bye”

“See ya.”

When I got off the Walkie-Talkie, I heard some “new” voices.

“Who was that?” A person who reminded me of a teen because of his hair style and his outfit asked. 

“Someone who apparently knows us all.”

“Well, that’s weird”
“It may be, but we need to get out of here!”

“Wait, shouldn’t we tell each other our names first?”

“Sure, my name is Kyle and the girl wearing the black is Abigail”
“My name is Justin,” the teen said.

“My name is Amanda,” another girl said.

“My name is Michael,” said a boy with blonde hair and a European accent. 

“My name is Simon,” said a boy with a southern drawl. 

To be continued…