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Protect them. Keep them safe.
That's all the note had said.
She had found it in amongst a crate of seeds and water when she had woken in the metal box however long ago. It had taken her hours to leave the box, as it was at that moment in time, all she knew, she had woken, without the memory of even her own name in the shadows of the grunting and groaning metal cage. It had opened and showered her in daylight but she had not left the sanctuary, she waited and waited and only when the sun had set and then once again risen did she venture out of the "box" as she thereafter christened it. She had found herself in a large, empty field, the sun was hot even in the early hours of the morning, though how she knew what morning was she could not recall. There were trees over to one side and all around were towering walls that seemed endless were it not for the six metre wide gap in one wall.
It took her a week to venture beyond the glade as she eventually named it. A week of learning how to sow the seeds from the crate she had dragged out of the box which had promptly disappeared once it was emptied it of all its contents. She had predicted that whoever had sent her here had supplied her with enough rations to survive around two months and therefore it became her ultimate priority to get the garden up and running to avoid eventual starvation. A week of slowly building a small and rickety gazebo type structure to sleep under. A week of bathing in a pond out in the woods where she, on her fifth day, saw her reflection for what was the first time she could remember, she had stared at the short, tanned brunette with grey wide eyes and deemed herself to be not stunningly beautiful but attractive enough when she wasn't covered in mud from her attempts at gardening.
Ultimately and most importantly it was a week of being completely and utterly alone. It was because of this that she had decided to explore beyond the safety of the glade on day eight. She had worked out the safest time to go would likely be the morning as the doors always groaned to a close around 6pm, one of the few things sent up in the box had been a watch, she had set an alarm for 5pm to allow her time to get back to the glade before dark and before whatever made the horrifying noises she had heard every night made an appearance. She almost wished she had remained in the glade and blissfully unaware of what lay outside of its confines.
It was a maze. An endless twisting, turning and ever changing maze, every time she went out it was different, and quite frankly, it terrified her. She felt small in the maze, small and insignificant. She explored it eight times over the next three weeks in between gardening and building days and had at least avoided meeting whatever the creatures, for lack of a better word, that creeped out of a yet discovered section within the maze every night.
She had begun marking the days on one of the walls of the glade and carved her name there too, she wasn't sure why she bothered to keep track of the days but it made her feel better, like she was counting down to a rescue that would likely never come, but still she kept doing it, waking up every morning and carving a line on the wall. It had been when she had scrawled her name on the wall that she realised that the writing in the note matched her own writing. Clearly she had written the note to herself, she had come to the conclusion after this that she must have lost her memory, whether by accident or on purpose she was not yet aware but all she knew was that she must have written the note for a reason.
On day 28 everything changed. A groaning sound had disturbed her as she watered the tomato plants which were growing relatively well, though still yet to bear her any fruit. It was a sound she hadn't heard since the box that had so cruelly abandoned her here had disappeared back into the ground. It was coming back up. She had ran over to it not knowing to be scared or elated, and was greeted by the sight of a few more crates, two pigs and most startling of all, a dark skinned boy of around 19, who had looked up at her with terrified eyes. And it was like everything suddenly made sense, this was what the note had meant. She was to keep this boy and whoever else the box would throw up to her safe and protected. She had smiled to herself and had held her hand out to the trembling boy speaking for the first time in weeks;
"Welcome to the glade, my names Amelia".
A.N.
So this is my first venturing into Maze Runner fan fiction, I have a vague plan in my head but I'm still very much working it out. Let me know what you think.
P.S. She's Amelia for Amelia Earhart.