The Maze Runner

Thomas felt the ground below him groan as the box he was trapped inside began lifting up. It began shifting and he jolted awake as a loud metallic CLANG echoed through the tool cramped space.

He immediately pushed himself upright with a huff of breath, looking around frantically for anything familiar. Anything. But there wasn't anything to remember. Not a place, not an explanation, not even a name.

Then the box violently jerked to a stop, sending him thrown back to the cold metallic floor of the box. A feeling of fear began to settle in his chest as darkness fell over the place. There wasn't anything to be heard but his heartbeat practically jumping out his chest. He was almost 100% sure he'd break a rib if his heart continued acting up.

When the light turned red, then green, and a loud BEEP echoed through the metal box.

With a violent lurch the doors to the box fell open and blinding light illuminated the previously dark box. Revealing dozens of teenage boys faces and a sweat soaked, terrified to the bone Thomas.

"Well, look what we got here!"

A Glader shouted from somewhere, exchanging amused glances with his neighbour. Then from the far right another voice came

"Took a while, yeah?"

" He looks bloody terrified."

Someone from in front of him said, a blonde, lean boy with a crisp British accent.

Then a muscular looking boy with arched eyebrows and a .. not very welcoming face dropped down into the box and landed in front of Thomas. Scanning him

"'Another Greenie."

" Rise and shine."

He said, then packed him by the shoulders and hauled him up and over his shoulder and carried him out.

Very unceremoniously, he was dropped to the grassy ground, where dozens of Gladers surrounded him, chuckling and talking over each other in amusement.

He looked around at the faces of the boys, terrified. He didn't know where he was. He didn't know how he got here, he didn't remember anything. He didn't even know his own name. His chest rose and fell with a desperate breath, until he finally snapped and pushed through the crowd and then tore through the grassy field.

"Aye, we got a Runner!"

A voice, presumably Zart, shouted, as the crowd whooped and hollered, making no move to stop him. They looked thoroughly entertained as he sprinted towards nothing in particular.

But then the adrenaline rush came to an end and his body's exhaustion caught up to him. His knees buckled mid run and he faceplanted to the ground. The crowd erupted. Cheering and clapping as they laughed.

Thomas, on the other hand was in horror as he finally noticed his surroundings, looking up, he was met by the sight of gigantic walls, caging the Glade in.