"No, I don't." Gally shook his head. "It's a complicated story, but the brief version? I was used by some corporation as part of an effort to find a cure for a disease. They wiped our memories, pitched us into the Glade, and we had to survive on our own."
He still really wasn't sure how they'd all managed to survive, honestly. They'd been given the materials, yes, but not so much on the preparation. And for those of them who'd been the first arrivals? It'd been even harder.
Gally had been one of those first arrivals. Four years had done little to quiet the fear that he'd felt at first.