I'm obviously not Mr. James Dashner, so these fantabulous characters don't belong to me. This is my first fic, and I'd love to know any corrections that I need to make or any ideas you might have. I'm also aware that these events are different from the ones implied in the book. Enjoy.
It kept moving and moving forwards- upwards. It never stopped. It just kept going and going.
He felt nausea creeping up in his throat, as it jostled and jolted.
He fell to his knees with an exasperated gasp.
'My name is Nick,' he thought.
Then he stopped, feeling even more sick, his name was the only thing he could remember.
He pushed for more thoughts but none came.
He opened his mouth to scream as he pounded on the metal walls, but his voice was soft and hoarse.
Then the cage stopped moving, with a sudden jolt.
He top of the cage opened revealing a blinding light that Nick green eyes had to adjust too.
He scrambled to his feet and looked at the few eyes starring down at him.
"Where the hell am I?" Nick asked panic coursing his voice.
"Calm down boy, I just got here. We all did." The boy offered him his hand.
"I got here just about an hour ago. They've been sending us up each hour, by the looks of it." Another boy said
"I.. I only remember my name- Nick," he said looking into he hole in which he just came up
"Me too. Names Alby," he said
"Why am I here?" Nick asked "who put me here?"
"We don't know dude," Another boy said "We're asking the same questions. None of us know, were just as clueless"
Yes, Nick was scared. He was in a new environment with different people, but he knew that they had to do something. If nobody was going to do anything, he was going to take charge.
"Well, we should wait a while. Maybe someone will find us and rescue us, if not we'll have to do something. Make some beds, eat something. I don't know" Nick said
"We won't be here that long," a boy said. Nick could tell by the way his voice sounded he believes anything but that.
Nick steeped away from the box he came up from, and away from the boys.
"Do what you want, I'm going to look around."
There wasn't much to look at, just a big glade. A few trees, a small stream, and gigantic grey walls that encased the small area. It was locking them in.
'Maybe I've died and gone downstairs,' Nick thought
The walls meant that they were in confinement. If they were in the wildness, there would be animals and open air, if they were in a building there would be a roof over their heads. But they were in an open glade, with WALLS.
The thought perplexed Nick, and his brain hurt to much to think about it.
He turned back around and walked back to the boys
"Figure it out?" Alby said mockingly
"It's just a glade of land. A bunch of trees. And walls. Like a gate, surrounding the area. It's weird," Nick cut off short when he heard chains and metal scrapping each other. "What the h-"
"Another one is coming up. So far they've brought up 59 boys. All boys. We 'spect this will be the last one," Alby said darkly