The Maze Runner: The First Greenie
The first thing I noticed was that my head hurt. A dull ache throbbed in my skull, beating in time to my heartbeat.
Then I noticed it was dark. So very dark. I pushed my eyes open, but I still saw nothing.
As my senses slowly came to me, I could hear a gentle rumbling, accompanied by intermittent clanging.
The floor I lay face-down upon was shuddering slightly, which made me slightly dizzy.
Gathering my strength, I attempted to push myself to my feet, but only succeed to sit leaning against a crate beside me.
As the floor sways too much to walk, or even stand, I sit still and think about how I came to be here.
Nothing.
Not a single memory remains, except...?
Ash.
I'm not sure if that's my name, or just a stupid useless memory of fine grey flakes of powder, but it's all I have.
Ash.
The Box suddenly lurches to the side, throwing me into another crate. With a loud bang, it jolts to a stop.
I don't know how long it was before I dared move. Perhaps, though I cannot remember, I may have been a hesitant person. Eventually, I build up the courage to push one of the great metal doors above my head.
The door is heavy, but it lifts fairly easily. Poking my head out, it takes my eyes quite some time before they adjust to the relatively afternoon light.
Standing on a crate to look out, I cannot see anyone else. Around me is a roughly cobbled area, surrounded by a small forest and grassland. Around it all reach four great walls, with gaps in the middle of each side. There is no visible sign of any other human life.
The crate I am standing on appears to be filled with fruit. Taking out an apple, I fill my complaining stomach, and wonder about my situation. Why am I here? Where is here? Who am I? Why can I not remember my life before this day?
The sun is low in the sky, and the day is beginning to get cold. I use the fading light to investigate the crates, but a spike of alarm hits me when I jump into the Box and it wobbles. Suppose it left me here and took my supplies with it?
As fast as I can, I lift the lighter crates, mostly the ones I cannot live without. Suddenly, the ground beneath me begins to rumble, and I look over to the walls to see them moving. Those huge, heavy stone walls, closing like doors!
I throw myself to the task of removing everything from the Box, shaping my piles into a nest shape for the night. There are a lot of different things in there, but the find that brings me the most joy is a warm, puffy blanket.
As it gets fully dark, I wrap myself in the blanket, lying in the middle of my supply pile, and stare at the night sky. How weird it is! It has simply gone black. No moon, no stars.
What is this place?