This is my first maze runner fanfiction. Please no hate comments. I have this story published on watttpad too.

Summary:

Waking up in a mysterious place, Zoe doesn't know what to out she is unable to walk ,has dyslexia, and being trapped in the glade, she thinks things can't get worse. Right? Wrong, things always go wrong when WICKED is involved. I suck at summaries.

Enjoy!

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Her eyelashes were stuck together with leftover mascara from last nights party. After a few seconds, she could open her eyes and see... Him. Sitting on her bed.

"What are you doing here?" She said in a whisper shout.

"I know you're angry at me, but I had to make sure that you were alright. Especially after last night." The boy replied

Zoe knew how much he hated parties ( he never 'trusted' them) but he had to know she was old enough to handle herself. She was 14! A teenager, and with no parents, she could do whatever she wanted to do.

"Well, I'm just peachy, so you can leave now." She shot at him. " I don't need a baby sitter, I'm a month older than you."

"Come on Zoe, you can't still be mad at me!"

"But I am. Now leave!"

" Zoe..."

"LEAVE!" Zoe shouted. "AND DON'T COME BACK!" The boy left with tears in his eyes. In her anger, Zoe threw a nearby lamp at him.

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Zoe POV

I wake up from my dream, if you can call it that even. I lift my head and it bang into a shelf above me. Where am I? Glancing out of the window next to me, I can see a large field, with ... grey grass? What the hell? Looking around, I suddenly realise that everything is grey, white or black. What, what, whating what!? I start hyperventilating, qqqqcausing the boy next to me to wake up. Wait, a boy sleeping next to me? Well, more like on the edge of the bed, but still. I punch him to wake up and helooks up at me, his eyes widening.

"ShuckyourawakeIgottagotellAlbycanyoujuststayhereforlikeaminutethanks!"The kid said, turning his sentence into one big word. When he runs out of the room to get whoever 'Alby' is (weird name, must be a nickname or something) I try to get out of bed, 'cuz there is no way I am going to listen to a kid who can't pronunciate his words properly. But as I get up, I realise I can't. Like, I physically can't. My legs won't move, they don't even jerk when I pinch them hard. Oh great! Just peachy! I wake up in a mental asylum, can't move my legs and can't see colour. Just perfect! Amazing! Wonderful! Superbly fantastic!

" What's 'superbly fantastic' greenie?"

I jump, realising I must have been speaking out loud. I locate the source of the voice, and find a boy. Not just any boy, but a teenage boy. Probably 16,17. And even if I may not know much about anything else, I do know that teenage boys have hormones.

And hormones just result in a huge mess.

"Come on Alby, give her some space." Says a new voice. There are two of them! Now someone is going to come in and tell me that there are 50 other boys, aren't they? I look at the new boy, who widely contrasts the first guy. While the first one has a dark complexion, he has a whitesh-gray one,and has light grey hair that seems to defy gravity and the other has a shaved head.

"Where the freaking heck am I?" I say, trying to sound strong, but my voice just comes out rough and scratching, as if I haven't talked in days or screams repeatedly. Both seems likely options.

"Your new home" the first guy says. "Now come on out of bed. We need to use this room." I glare at him, letting my dislike for him manifest itself until it reaches its true potential, and when that happens I well let it free and destroy him. Metaphorically speaking of course.

"I would love to get out of bed and escape this shit place, but I can't move." I retort, letting 'Alby' understand that if I had to kill him ,I would kill him because I thoroughly dislike him even if I just met him.

" What do you mean you can't move? You got legs haven't ya?"

" Well , legs are pretty useless when they won't move. So unless you suggest a new way of moving without legs, I will just stay in this bed until I rot. Thank you very much!" I say the last bit in the shout, but I can't stop the tears that form in my eyes . I can't help it, my legs don't work and I see the world in black and white. What would you do in my place? Celebrate and have a party? I think not.

"Hey, don't cry." He says, but in a gentler tone.

" It's okay," says the other guy, " We were scared too, but you'll like it here." He passes me a tissue, which I accept gratefully. "I'm Newt by the way."

"Newt, as in a lizard?" I ask, wiping away my tears, which are already stopping.

"Why is it that every bloody greenie asks that question? Yes, as in the lizard." Newt says.

I look up and see that Alby has left, so I take this opportunity to ask Newt something, since he is obviously the kinder one of the two.

"Do I look as if I've been crying?" I ask. He stares at me for a minute,before replying.

"Umm, no, not at all." He stutters. After what seems like an eternity of awkwardness, Newt ends the silence.

" Ya know that your handling this better than the other of them would be klunking their bloody pants right about now." I let out a laugh, even if I don't know what 'klunking' means.

"Why do you say that?" I wonder out loud.

"Say what?" Newt utters

"Klunk and Greenie and bloody? I don't see any blood here."

" We just do, but I'm the only one who says blood 'round here." Newt say with a smirk, "It comes with my accent."

"Shut up."

Newt chuckles, then says that he needs to leave ,but that he'll come back soon. When he leaves, I let my head fall back down on the pillow, which causes a few feathers to float about in the air. Why am I here? For what purpose am I here for? I decide to have a small nap, and when I'm fully rested I'll forage for some food than ask all the 'necessary' questions.

But when I close my eyes, when I fall asleep, they nightmares comes with a mystery accompanying it.

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A/N:

Woohoo! First chapter done! This is sort of a 'tester' chapter, to see if you like it or not. If not me tell me how I could improve. Zoe (girl you just read about) look like anastasia ivanova , who is the girl on the cover. Leave a comment down bellow, give me some constructive criticism, no hate please. If you want to have a chat, leave me a PM, I love talking to new people. Have a nice day/morning/afternoon/evening/night!

Hope you like my story!

~ Onyx628