I woke up to complete darkness and a loud ringing in my ears. Where am I? What is this thing? Questioning no one but myself I couldn't seem to remember anything. No facts, ideas, or pieces of logic came to my mind. I had no idea who I was. My head was pounding and bile was rising in my throat. This cube I was in started to move upward at an increasing speed. Panic struck me and I was screaming.

"HELP ME! PLEASE SOMEONE, ANYONE"

I was answered with an echo and darkness. The crates and barrels around me began to shake from the momentum. I looked everywhere for a way out, anything to make it stop. When I glanced up there was something coming towards me, the roof to the shaft and I was hurtling at it. I screamed even louder realizing my impending death. I closed my eyes wanting not to see how I would end my short and memoryless life. Then the box stopped right before it slammed into the roof. I was thrown onto the top of the cage and then onto some boxes. I groaned at the jabs in my side and rolled onto the floor. I sat there for a while, racking my brain for any recollection of who I was. Nothing. I'm nobody. There were no memories to tell me who I was or am, I had no identity.

Then in a sudden, unexpected wave, it hit me. All of it. Pictures flashed through my mind showing me how the world worked, people in a busy city square, eating a pizza. As much as I appreciated this wave of half-memories, it increased the pounding even more so. But it was something, I had some collection of who I was. I was busy thinking to myself when I was hit with a flood of light, the roof of shaft opened. Momentarily blinded by the light, I couldn't see my surroundings. Unaware of basically what was outside of the box, I wasn't sure what to expect when I heard.

"Holy klunk, it's a girl"

I was somewhat surprised myself. During my self-interrogation, I hadn't really realized I was a girl, but I guess I am. I heard multiple gasps and some 'oohs' and 'aahs' as my eyes began to adjust and I looked up to see dozens of eyes staring at me. Those eyes happen to belong to rugged, dirty teenage boys. Fantastic, I thought to myself.

"Is she hot?"

"I call dibs"

"No way shuckface, I get her first"

"You're too ugly slinthead!"

"Slim it!" the voice sounded authoritative and immediately the questions ceased. I hated the attention this box brought to me, but I felt it was more so the fact I was a girl, great. The cage shuttered as I felt someone jump in. I scooted back into a corner trying to shrink into myself and hide. A boy who looked about 17 with dark skin and cropped hair walked over to me despite my attempts to conceal myself.

"Welcome to the Glade, Greenie. Ain't no ticket back. I'm Alby" It was the same voice from earlier, probably the leader or something. He grabbed my arm but I flinched back, shoving his hand off me. I had no idea who these people were or their intentions, but I didn't intend to find out the hard way. "Shuck it, Newt! Get down here." I groaned internally wishing these people would leave me alone so I could try to recover the rest of my memories. Once again the box shook from this so called 'Newt' jumping in.

"Hey there Greenie," a surprisingly calm and soothing voice said to me. There was something weird about his voice though, his accent was foreign, but that didn't really matter now. I looked up and was greeted by chocolate colored eyes and shaggy blond hair. He looked pretty nice, definitely less intimidating than leader Alby. As we studied each other, I came up with a plan. I would open up to them, allow them to think I wanted to be helped as the precious girl who couldn't do anything for herself. Then as soon as I got out of the box, I would make a run for it. Okay time to initiate this plan, I said to myself.

"Where am I?" I heard my raspy voice ask the blond.

"The Glade, Greenie. But before we answer any more of these questions let's get you out of this box, yeah?"

I nodded my head in agreement, secretly proud my plan was working. The two boys led me over to the edge where they gave me a leg up. My first 'confrontation' with the other boys was their arms reaching out to pull me up. I stood up and took in my surroundings. I looked past the boys to find a giant pasture filled with grass and 'buildings' if you could call them that. They looked sketchy to me but sturdy as they could be I guess. I could tell from these buildings and the appearance of the boys that they were pretty poorly supplied but were able to survive. But as I studied more of the 'Glade' I saw this place was enclosed by giant stone walls with exits to whatever lay past them by gates in each wall. I felt a little claustrophobic realizing I was somewhat trapped. I came back to myself and realized I was still being watched and studied closely, I felt like an animal in a zoo. All the more reason I needed to act on my plan right now.

Alby and Newt were still getting out of the box and I saw my opportunity. I walked forward a little and saw the boys seemed intimidated and moved out of my way. Perfect. I moved again until they formed a semicircle around my back half and I had a clear view of the exit. I had to act now because I turned around slightly and saw Newt was out of the box with Alby right behind him. Okay, deep breath and sprint as fast as you can. I turn back to the front and start running. I heard yelling and curses coming from the boys.

"Shuck, Minho get her!" I hear Alby yell, but I put my focus on the exit.

My feet pounding on the grass, heart beating crazily with adrenaline and my hair blowing behind me. I felt so free running and I realized I was halfway there. I had to admit I was fast. I smirk and push myself harder. I can hear someone breathing heavily behind me and I panic. I'm so close to getting out of here. I keep running and soon I approach the threshold of the exit. I enter the 'hallway' when I'm tackled to the ground. I hear the grunt of effort as 'Minho' pins my arms down. I fight back with all my effort and kick him where I know it hurts. He groans and releases his grip on my hands slightly. But it's just enough for me to be able to stumble to my feet wishing I had run faster and wasn't dealing with this. He grabs my ankle right as I stand, I turn and punch him square in the jaw hearing a satisfying crack. But he doesn't let go, ugh why can't he just give up. I draw my arm back to punch again when Minho punches my abdomen causing me to fall on my back. He quickly gains the upper hand and sits on my stomach with his arms pinning me down. This all happens right as the rest of group reaches the threshold. They looked scared to enter and stay where they are. I bring my focus back to Minho where his jaw is bruising but his focus is on me. I consider our position and smirk. I have to admit he was attractive, his olive skin and dark hair, complimented by his muscular arms and I'm sure the rest of him as well. We study each other for a while and I give up a little and stop resisting.

"You know there's no need to cut off my oxygen," I say with biting sarcasm.

"There's reason enough so you won't run again," he replies. But I can tell he tries to take some weight of my stomach. "We need to get out of here."

From the threshold comes, "Minho bring her back here." Alby's voice yet again sounding more aggravated than last time.

I try to question why, but my body prevents that as it is racked with aches and pains. I groan which draws his attention but I avoid his gaze. My whole body is tingling and I can't feel my head. Black soon enters the edges of my vision and I can see Minho's dark hazel eyes widen and I see his mouth moving but I can't hear anything. My body shuts down and I am met with darkness for the second time today.