A/N- This is Kat! I was planning on writing the whole book out before posting it but I decided I would post the first half now and the second half a bit later. The movie and the book have the origins of the Glade starting out differently, this story follows the book more. I'm open to constructive criticism, whether it be plot holes or improper uses of grammar. This story will go all the way through The Death Cure and I will probably do something for The Fever Code when it comes out.

{Week 1, Day 1}

Everything was cold. The harsh metal digging into my skin, surrounding me on all sides.

CREAK!

A system of pulleys start working and the metal elevator starts making its way up, slowly but steadily. Where the hell am I?

I... Who cares about where I am, who am I? I don't know what my name is, how old I am, what I look like. But nothing makes sense, I know things, but I don't. I know what snow on trees look like, the moon casting a shadow over the land, swimming in a lake, and other normal things. But I don't know my own name.

"Is there anyone here?" I call out, a scratchy voice greeting me as if I haven't eaten or had anything to drink in days. I wait quietly for a response, but am not greeted by anything, only the creaking made by the elevator as it continues to ascend.

I attempt to stand up, but the slightest movement sends pain rippling up my body. I feel at my side, one of the two places where the pain was the most intense, and when I pulled my hand away, it was covered in blood. I didn't need to feel the pain in my leg, one look at it and I almost threw up whatever my last meal was. A piece of bone was sticking out of my cargo pants, a piece of my shin.

WCKD

It's inscribed on every box and crate inside this elevator. I pull the closest crate towards me and break it open. Inside are 2 small tubes filled with blue liquid, the side of each tube is inscribed with the those 4 little letters.

WCKD

I pull another crate over, this one much heavier and it makes clanking noises, hopefully is in there that can serve as a weapon.

With a groan, the elevator halted, sending crates sliding everywhere, one of them falling on my injured leg, causing me to scream out in pain.

Crank!

I glance up at the ceiling to see it parting, causing me to back up as far as possible into the corner. Briefly seeing sunlight streaming in before shadows of boys cover most of the elevator.

"Where's he?" I hear whispers come from above me, the tarp covering my view.

"Anyone spot him?" I hear another voice say. Should I go out? Maybe they can help me. "Newt, go find the shank."

Clunk!

Shank? What's that supposed to mean?

"Alright, Greenie. Come on out, no one's gonna hurt ya," I hear a boy say, his voice thick with an odd accent that I recognize slightly... a British accent. He slowly makes his way around the elevator turning around right in front of me. "Oh..."

"What's going on, Newt?" I hear shouts as this boy, his hair a jumbled mess of blonde, his hazel-green eyes wide as he just stares at me.

"It's a girl," the boy says as he glances upward and next thing I know, I can hear the thumps of a few more people dropping into the elevator.

"What's she look like?"

"You think she'll go for me?"

"She hot?"

"Dude! You look like a piece of klunk!"

"You look like a piece of klunk!"

"Slim it!" I hear one of the new guys shout up there and immediately everyone quiets down. Must be shut the hell up.

"We're not gonna hurt ya," one of the boys, a dark-skinned muscular one, kneels down to look me in the eye.

"Bring her out already, Alby!" I hear shouts from the boys up top and I try shrinking even further into the corner.

"Slim it, Carl!" I hear the original guy with the accent call up as he cringes. "Look. Those shanks are a bunch of slintheads. We don't mean ya any harm."

I don't respond, only look between the few boys in front of me.

"She probably can't understand ya through the accent, Newt," one of the boys, not the dark-skinned one or the one with an accent, says as my eyes dart to him.

"Listen, we mean you no harm," the other guy says as the original one, the guy with the accent, moves forward. I don't think, I only send my fist flying into his face, hearing a satisfying crunch and a thump as he falls backwards. There's many shouts as another person jumps down, but with all the commotion, I'm able to find a knife closes by and hold it in front of me.

"Hey!" one of the boys shouts as he pushes everyone back. "We know you're probably confused! But we mean you no harm!"

"Then leave me the fuck alone!" I state firmly, my voice barely above a whisper. They all stare at me in shock and I realize that I haven't spoken to them yet. The boys all look at each other, looking like they're completely unsure of what to do.

"Come on, Nick."

"Well..." the boys look between each other. "I guess we'll leave."

"You're welcome to come out whenever... I guess."

Slowly, one by one, they make their way out of the elevator. The last thing that sticks in my mind is the kid that I punched holding his nose that has blood dripping out of it.

I tune out everything the boys say as they take one last look at me before climbing up outta the elevator. Great plan. Now I'm stuck here.