The Maze

1| Welcome to the Glade

Darkness was the only thing she could see; waving her hand infront her face did nothing but cause panic. The metal underneath her was cold and robust. The floor beneath trembled. She felt around her with her hands, hoping to find any clue as too where she may be; Feeling her way up the walls and around the floor. An unpleasant grinding echoed, as the platform she lay on was ascending at a rapid speed. The feeling made her nauseous. panic arouse. 

She felt vulnerable, the most she had ever felt in her whole life. This got her thinking, the only thing she could remember about her entire life . . . was her name. y/n, nothing else, at all.

How is that possible?  She thought. 

She could remember numbers, places, people, food, trees . . . but nothing about where she came from and how she got here. Confusion swamped her. She sat in discomfort in the corner of box. Scared.

Minutes past, as she listened to every screech, too overwhelmed to think. The platform slowed. Startled by the sudden change, she became nervous again. Leaning against the wall she lifted her self up. Her breathing heavy and hitched. The room stopped moving and everything fell silent. 

She retreated from the wall, looking in every direction, moving her way from each corner to the other. She began to panic. her breathing was quick and audible. her heart pounding forcefully against the inside of her chest. She stood motionless as a loud rattle rang out from above her. She cranked her head up. A bright light shone through a crack of the small entrance above her. Still fixated on the movement, she could hear muffled sounds of what seemed to be people talking grew louder as the entrance expanded. She shielded her eyes from the piercing light above. 

"Hope you enjoyed the trip, Greenie."

"It smells so bad down there."

Confusion crowded her mind, laced with fear. She looked up to see a group of people arched over and looking down at her. In realisation she lowered her gaze and searched around where she'd just been sitting for around thirty minutes.  It was a metal box, filled with small wooden crates. Panic set off within her. She looked up again; now scanning through the bodies of people above. Many of them where teenagers, some, children; their clothes ragged and dirty. They smelt like they had jumped in a pile of manure. Someone reached their hand out, it was a lanky boy with dirty blonde hair, and a slim, yet muscular frame. she hesitated, then grabbed it with both hands. he pulled her up with a grunt, others helped her too and dusted her down. She grew nervous at the sight of so many people towering over her, hands held out. 

Someone finally spoke.

"Welcome to the Glade" 

A/N: hey guys, so this was the first chapter I know it is a bit short but it's only the beginning. hope you enjoyed it! <3 let me know.