The strong boy who'd greeted him walked over to him. When'd he climb up the rope? He grabbed him by the back of his shirt and shoved him forward. He stumbled regaining his balance.

"Come on, shuck-faced Greenie." The boy grumbled. "Let's get you into the Slammer."

"W-what the hell's a slammer?" He asked.

"You'll see." He narrowed his eyes. "Now follow me and don't try running again."

He obeyed, following the kid across the grassy clearing towards a wooden structure against a stone wall. As they neared it, he realized what it was. The Slammer was a cage.

"No, I'm not going in there." He replied, taking a couple steps back.

"Yes, Greenie, I'm gonna make you." The boy moved to grab him.

In an attempt to defend himself, he punched forward and his fist connected with the other boy's cheek. In return, the kid staggered backwards, anger and shock in his eyes.

"Hey!" He called towards the group, rubbing his cheek. "I'm going to need some backup over here!"

Two boys jogged over from the other group, looking eager to help. One had medium colored skin and black hair. The other had white skin and brown hair.

"Thanks, Isaac." The kid said, glancing at the black haired kid. He gave a nod to the other. "Ken."

"No problem, Don." The kid named Isaac replied.

"Get away from me." The other boy demanded, backing away.

"Hey, hey. Look, We're not going to hurt you." Ken reassured him. "Just going to throw you in the pit long enough for you to calm down."

"And how long's that?"

"That is up to you." The kid replied, running a hand through his brown hair. "Also depends if you cooperate or not."

"Alright, Greenie." Isaac stretched. "C'mon."

"Fine." The newbie grumbled reluctantly.

Don and Isaac each grabbed one of his arms and led him towards the Slammer. They stopped at it and Ken opened the cage door.

"In you go, Greenie." He said, gesturing inside.

With a sigh, he clambered inside, sitting down on the dirt floor. The other boys walked away, but he heard one of them mutter something like, "Send Jeremy or Max to let him out in half an hour."

*X*

After what felt like forever, an Asian kid with black hair walked over.

"Who the hell are you?" He asked.

"Want me to let you out or not?"

"Yeah."

"My name's Brady." The boy said as he opened the cage. "I'm Keeper of the Runners."

"What does that mean?" He asked as he stumbled out of the Slammer.

"A Keeper is someone in charge of a group of workers here." Brady explained. "A Runner is the job I'm in charge of."

"What do they do?"

"Quit asking questions, will ya, Greenie?"

"Sorry. Geez." He muttered.

"Quite a show you put on back there." The Keeper glanced at him, amusement in his eyes. "You seemed fit to be a Runner...at first."

"What's the deal with you guys here?" He spat. "First you laugh at me and now you're turning it all into a joke."

"Joke?" Brady became serious suddenly. "Look, this place, it's no joke. Nothing here is a joke."

"Then why do you guys keep calling me Greenie?"

"In the Glade, a Greenie is a newbie."

"The Glade?" He repeated.

"This place is the Glade."

"Can't we leave?"

"Leave?" Brady echoed. "Like escape? Get the hell outta here?"

"Yeah, sort of." He raised an eyebrow. "What're you hiding?"

"We can't leave!" Brady nearly shouted. "We were sent here and we are trapped here."

"Sent here? By who?"

"How the shuck should I know? All I know is that W-I-C-K-D is on everything they ship up here."

"Is there anyone here wh-"

"Nobody knows why we're here or who those shuck-faces are, Greenie!" Brady retorted.

"Whoa, Brady." A tall blonde boy raced over. He had a British accent. "What's going on here?"

"The Greenie's naggin' about stuff, that's all." The boy replied. "Jeremy, go take the kid to Max and have him give him the tour."

"Might as well." Jeremy responded. "Come on, Gree-Newbie."

He rolled his eyes, following the kid called Jeremy. He knew that he'd nearly been called a Greenie again. He hated it when they called him that. It wasn't his name, though he didn't know what it was; He couldn't remember.

"Do you remember anything?" Jeremy asked as they made their way across the grassy clearing. "Your name?"

"N-no." He admitted. "I-I can't remember anything. Why can't I?"

"It's alright. Normal, actually." The blonde haired explained. "Whenever a boy comes up in the Box, they can't remember anything. It was the same for all of us. Don't worry about it. You'll remember your name within a few days, or hours maybe."

"The Box?" He echoed, glancing towards the concrete slab that contained the metal box. "Is that the thing I came up in?"

"Yeah, it is." Jeremy replied. "Now, we'd better find Max."

*X*

They reached a tall wooden structure. Screams of pain erupted from it.

"Oh, great!" Jeremy complained. "Another kid get stung?"

"Yeah." Don replied from nearby.

"I'm going in." He told him. "Go get Church to hang out with him."

"Actually, that's a problem." The boy admitted. "Church is the kid who got stung."

"What?" Jeremy glanced at him confused. "What would the Keeper of the Baggers be doing out in the maze, especially this late?"

"Hey, don't look at me. Maybe Brady knows." Don shrugged. "I'm Keeper of the Track Hoes, not the Runners."

"Ah, just give Greenie here to Lewy for now." The blonde grumbled, as another scream erupted from the building. "I might as well get in the Homestead here and help out."

He opened the door and it shut moments later. The Greenie slipped away and around the back of the house, that came only a few feet from the stone wall. He spotted a window, seeing that it had no glass. He squeezed through it and got back to his feet. He saw a staircase and climbed up it, finding a bunch of doors at the top.

Another scream sounded, making the building lurch. He took it to his advantage, listening to hear which room it'd come from. Out of the three doors, it had come from the one on his right. He put his ear to the door, trying to hear what was happening in there.

"Why was he in the maze?" Jeremy was asking.

Maze? That's what's beyond the walls? Wait, they mentioned a maze earlier as well. He thought for a moment as he remembered the giant doors in the walls. So, we're trapped in a maze. Yes.

"I don't even know!" A voice yelled through another scream.

"Can't you make him shut up or something, Albin?" The British demanded.

"I'm trying, alright!" A deeper voice responded, stress in it. "Billy, you have anything?"

"No, I got nothing." Another boy responded.

The Greenie hadn't realized that his breathing had risen.

"What's that?" Jeremy asked after another scream.

"I think someone's outside the door!" The first unknown kid half yelled.

"I got it." He grumbled.

The newbie froze as he heard footsteps coming towards the door. The scrambled down the staircase and slipped back out the window. He made his way to stand in front of one of the gigantic doors. He took a few steps closer.

"Hey!" Don's voice rang out as he shoved the new kid roughly.

The Greenie landed on his back and kicked the other boy's ankle. He scrambled away and clambered to his feet.

"Whoa. Easy now, Greenie."

"What's going on here?" A familiar voice came.

They turned to see Brady jogging towards them.

"The Greenie here almost went into the Maze." Don explained.

"Stop calling me that!" He shouted at last.

So, as you've probably noticed, Jeremy is a Newt-like character. Also, Brady is a Minho-like guy and Don is another version of Gally. The Greenie is in Thomas' position.

The story here is a mix of the book and movie. I'm still working on deciding if I'll do a version of The Scorch Trials and The Death Cure. If I do, should I make separate stories or leave them all on this same 'book' or whatever it is? Let me know what you think in a review.

-Thanks