The Deadliest Generation: The Maze Of Monsters

Welcome to the Glade

Hi guys! It's the author, Hugo, here! I'm technically rewriting the tmr series but changing stuff and adding in beautiful little plot points that weren't there. Stuff from books and films will all be adding, along with me referencing stuff in this. It was enjoyable to write and I hope you enjoy reading it! 

(Btw yes, I will make an introduction/ character factfile)

His new life started standing up.

He awoke, sweating on the floor of the moving thing, surrounded by boxes.

A sudden lurch made him fall to the ground, nausea filling him. 

All of sudden bright images filled his mind. Information about the world, it's inhabitants, it's animals, everything, brain fully functional. 

But no personal memories. He remembered no people. He knew what people were, but couldn't think of a sort of familiar face to any of them, a familiar voice, anything.

He didn't even know his own name. 

The elevator jolted again and the boy was thrown back onto his backside, tumbling against a side of the elevator, and his stomach churned. That was all the that kept him company for  a few minutes as he stared at the opposite side of the elevator, trying to stand up, terrified.

But as the fear slowly washed away, it was replaced by another emotion. Curiosity of where he was and what was happening.

He glanced up suddenly, realising there must be an end to this god-awful thing, and noticed the ceiling, barely meters away. His pitiful life would be crushed in a matter of seconds, before it even had a chance to begin. 

He open his mouth and screamed, "HELP!"

His voice was ragged and rough from lack of water and talking, but he still screamed, "SOMEBODY...HELP ME!"

Then the elevator began to slow to a stop, and the ceiling opened up.

The elevator clanged to a stop and the boy was chucked onto his side and he squeezed his eyes shut, shielding himself from sunlight.

There was murmurs of voices around him, saying words that made pretty much no sense like, "Wow he looks like a right klunk."

"You're the klunk, shuck-face."

"Dude, it stinks like feet down there!"

"Hope you enjoyed your one-way journey Greenie, there's no going back now."

Some of the words sounded foreign, other familiar, and the boy was hit with the worry that the memory wipe had erased his own language.

The boy blinked blearily around. He was surrounded by about fifty boys, all varying from the ages of twelve to seventeen. They all were wearing straps and belts and backpacks and sashes of some sort and were all staring intently at the boy, who flushed slightly, embarrassed.

The crowd of boys surged forward, and one boy with weird eyebrows looked at Thomas right in the eye and said, "First day, Greenie, rise and shine." 

It was said slightly mockingly but there was no heat in his words, and he was one of the many others who helped the boy out of the box, and didn't stop swarming around until they'd brushed the dust of off his clothes and watched him as he stared around at the place they were in. 

He was in a place that was the length of many football pitches. The floor was mainly green grass, with huts and oblong buildings and even a forest part, yet the weirdest part was, was that the entire place was surrounded by large walls, covered with ivy and they looked like they were centuries old. There was a gap in each of the walls- openings, the boy thought- and beyond those were dozens of other walls, crossing in different directions.