Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I don't own anything about The Maze Runner. That all belongs to James Dashner and whoever he sold any rights to

A/N: This is a fanfic about a girl in the maze. After reading The Maze Runner for the first time I kind of fell into the fandom and I loved these kind of stories. So this is my first shot at one, this is also my first fanfic. So enjoy and please review. I'd love some support and constructive criticism. Thanks! I'll try to update as often as possible, but no promises. Based off of both books and movies, but mainly books.

P.S.: I suggest that you use a different name in the Glade. Like Amy for Amelia Earhart. You might be able to use your real name later in the story. I'm not sure yet. Enjoy!

— Chapter 1 —

You wake up to pitch black darkness. You wait as your eyes slowly adjust. You look around and find out that you are in a metal box. You jump when the box starts to move. It feels as if it's moving upwards, like an elevator. The harsh rocking from side to side turns your stomach and you try to keep from throwing up. As you try to remember how you got there, you realize you don't remember anything. It feels like your mind has a tall, hard wall, you're on one side and your memories are on the other. You mentally start beating against the wall. Try to walk around it or climb it. It feels like it goes on forever. Coming back to the real world, you can remember only one thing,
"Y/N," you whisper to yourself, "My name is Y/N."

You carefully get up and stagger around, trying your best not to fall over. You see many crates and cages. You search inside, and from what you can tell the crates are filled with cans and fabric. Another one holds a selection of little bags. Shaking the bag, you hear a bunch of tiny things shaking around inside. It's your best guess that they are filled with seeds, though you don't understand why they would be. You sit there for a second wondering where this elevator-box-thing is going, why there's all this equipment, and most of all, why are you here? You crouch down next to a cage and look at what's inside. Whatever it is squeals and charges at you hitting the side of the cage. You jump back from fright. Tripping over a crate, you fall and land hard. You tried to catch yourself which resulted in you twisting your left wrist. You sit down and lean your head back against the wall. You cradle your hurt wrist, holding it against your chest with your right arm. By now it's been 30 minutes — or at least you can guess, you don't remember how reliable your inner clock is — and you wonder again where this lift is going that would take this long. You get bored and nearly fall asleep, when the box comes to a sudden halt. You bounce off the floor a bit and land back down with a soft thud.

You look around expectantly, surely there would be a door for you to go out of. You start feeling around the walls, favouring your right hand, when you hear a clang and light spills down on you from above.