Author's note: If you by any chance have not read at least the first three books of the Maze runner series, do not read this! It contains spoilers of the third book and I do not want to spoil. If you did read at least the first three books, I hope you like my first story about them. Thank you.
The place was dark, cold...restrictive. That is what he felt, restricted. He felt the the ground he stood on move by some chains and what sounded like a basic mechanism. The boy was nauseous, moving slowly only to find out he was trapped in a box. A cold metal box to be exact. He did not know where to move, what to do, how to wait as time became an annoying yet relative concept. How much time did he spent there anyways? It was difficult to tell since there was no sun nor moon to tell him. The boy had to wait, and wait he did. That is, until a strong shake from the box made both the container and the boy stop what they were doing.
It became silent, causing the boy to grow anxious from not knowing what was out there. Suddenly, mutters appeared to echo around. Footsteps approaching him as a small dim of light appeared from what seemed to be the roof of that place, followed with the occasional "clack" of metal moving. As soon as the door opened, feet stomped down into the box and grabbed hold of him. Their strength helping him up on his feet and giving him the chance to look around. All of them were boys, variating ages and sizes but they were all boys. Some chuckled and others offered a sympathetic smile as he was helped climb out of the box.
The place surrounding him was enormous, grass covering every corner of the squared area, small huts and what seemed like work areas. None completed actually, seemed they were still in the process of finishing the first basis of each and every one. As soon as he acknowledged this important detail he looked to his right. He was next to a boy around his age, darkskinned and we'll toned. Probably from working on creating this areas he admired.
Alby: Like what you see greenie?
he commented casually as the other boys returned to work on said areas.
Newt:What is this place? Why are we all here after all?
the blonde asked, noticing an odd accent in his voice that was different than his.
Alby: We call it the glade, and as for the other questions in your head...It is a long story that you indeed have the time for. But first thing's first, my name is Alby. What is yours?
he explained casually as he motioned him to follow as he began to walk.
He sighed and looked around once more, there was only one exit. But leaving the place uninformed was not a debatable decision in his head. He began to walk behind him, running a hand through his blonde hair lightly as he replied.
Newt: Well hello there mate, my name is Newt.