Surviving The Glade- Maze Runner.

The Glade:

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The next day:

I wake up to the sun beaming down on my face, feeling as it were almost melting it off.

I open my eyes slowly because of the brightness. As my eyes adjust I look around in confusion. Almost forgetting that I were in a place you never knew, until yesterday.

Then it all kicked in again, I'm still here. No one magically came and rescued us in our sleep, or maybe that was just a dream I had.

I get up from my hammock, to see Alby already awake, cooking food on the camp fire.

I walk over to him and sit down.

"Good morning Alby." I say as I plump myself down and brush the hair out of my face.

"Morning Y/n." He says.

"God I have a huge headache, and my back hurts." I say.

"You'll get used to it." He says as he chuckles.

"What's for breakfast?" I ask, smiling.

"Bacon, and maybe some sausage if we have enough spear." He says.

"Well what if we don't have enough left until next month?" I say confused.

"Don't worry. The Box comes up once every week with more equipment and food." He says.

"Oh." I say in relief.

Now it's all adding up, because there's no way one man can live off of one pig for a whole month.

A few minutes later:

"Breakfast is served!" Alby shouts over to me, who's currently sat over at the hammocks again.

"Great." I say as I walk over to Alby. He passes me my food and we both eat.

"Okay, so, don't get mad but, can I please go and see what's behind those walls, just once!" I say.

"Just once if you manage to get back alive Y/n." He says looking down at his food.

"What do you think is in there?" I ask.

"I don't know, and that's exactly why I don't want you to go in there!" He says quite loud, which shocks me a little.

"Listen, I don't want to raise my voice at you Y/n." He says quietly.

"Just please, let me in there once and I promise I'll come back safe." I say, practically begging now.

"Fine."

"Just. Once." Alby replies back to me, pausing within each word he says.

"Wait for real!" I say, shocked, but also happy at the same time.

"Yes, for real." He says as he smiles.

"Thankyou so much Alby, I promise I'll find a way out of here!" I say in a happy tone, as I hug Alby.

"Okay, okay." He says as he laughs and hugs me back.

The hug breaks and I go back to eat my food.

"But you're not going today, you'll go tomorrow. That'll give me time to prepare some weapons for you." He says.

"Okay, that's fine, I also have a archery set in my box of belongings, I have some arrows."

"Well how many?" He asks.

"I don't know probably around 5?" I take a guess.

"That's not enough, I'll make you more." He says.

"Thankyou."

Time skip:

It's now evening, I've spent the whole day practicing shooting arrows with my archery set. Turns out I was pretty damn good at this.

I was pretty fast at it as well

I had a pretty good eye, never missed a shot. I noticed Alby watching me shoot a couple arrows a few times. I like having an audience, even though there's only one person here. But I'm okay with that.

Alby was making more arrows for me out of old wood from the forest, but it was strong and sharp enough to impale a possible predator.

I've come to realise that me shooting arrows was a good way of escaping reality, even though this reality didn't feel very real. But it's better to accept it how it is and find a solution for it. And my solution for this situation is going through those walls and hope to find a way out.

I gather up all my arrows and put them under my hammock, I grab my backpack that was in my box and I put my notebook and a few pencils in it.

My plan was I would write down each turn I took and what that place looked like so I could describe it to Alby when I get back. Plus, I have no idea what's behind those walls so I'm gonna need directions just in case I do find a way out.

Time skip:

It's now night time, 10:30PM.

I know by a watch Alby had handed me, he says he got it from his box of belongings.

Me and Alby are currently sitting by the fire, eating. And talking about random stuff.

It's kind of confusing how we remember everything else but who we were in the past, hell our own names. It's like someone is controlling our thoughts and brain, but I know that sounds stupid. But if you think about it, it kind of is believable.

For example, who's sending us up here?

Who's sending up supplies?

Who controls The Box?

Who's closing and opening those concrete doors, at the same time over and over again?

All these questions I can't answer, but who knows, maybe I'll find those answers when I go through those doors.