|~The Last One ~|

01: The Last One?

Returning to consciousness I woke up in a small cage. Shooting upwards at such a high speed that when I went to stand it threw me backwards, back onto the floor, back into boxes. I groaned. I blinked and I was suddenly at the top. I squinted as day-light burst into the cage. It came to a sudden stop.

I heard male voices above me. The sound of 20? 50? people running on the ground. One boy shouting "The box it coming back up! Come on!" They all approached the cage.. or what they called the box, I was in. They all peered down at me as I stumbled to my feet looking up at them. "Where am I?" I asked. I didn't recognise any of them.. A blonde boy opened the cage I was in, jumping down, looking at me raising a brow. "What is that?" He said, his voice with a British accent. He pulled a folded note from my pocket before I could get the chance to look at it first. He read it aloud to everyone. It read. "She's the last one ever.."

A rush of confusion filled my face looking at him. "What does it mean?" I asked. He brushed off my question with a question of his own. "Do you remember anything?" I shook my head. "Why can't I remember? Why can't I remember anything.." I looked at them all, waiting for any sort of answer. One of the boy show were still stood at above us answered. "You'll remember your name in a few days to come, Greenie." My mind was racing, searching for any answers, trying to remember anything at all. I sighed, giving up, no answers, no memories. The same boy crouched down, holding his hand out for me so he could pull me up onto the ground. I ignored his hand, jumping up and grabbing the ground, pulling myself up with ease. The blonde boy who was still in the box, chuckled.

"Come with me.." He said, climbing up and started walking off. I jogged, to catch up with him and slowed to a walk. "Your name is?" I asked looking at him. He looked at me smiling slightly. "Newt.." I nodded. "Nice to meet you Newt.." Newt's smile widened. "Nice to meet you too Greenie." I looked at him, raising a brow. "What's Greenie?" Newt chuckled again, finding it amusing. "Greenie is what we call people when they come up here, until they remember their names." "Right.." I looked around as we were walking. "What's with the walls?" I asked. "Just to keep us safe.." "From what?" I looked at him. "You ask a lot of questions." He rubbed the back off his neck slightly. "I jut like knowing what's going on.." I replied. Hours and Hours Newt telling me all about the Glade. 'There are also rules we all must follow." "What are they?" "Rule 1. Never go outside of the Glade unless your a Runner. Rule 2. Never hurt another Glader, we have to trust each-other, hurt another Glader and the trust is broken."