MazerRunner fanfic

Untitled Part 1

I woke up in some sort of box that was made of metal and resembled an elevator. I could hear voices going on on the outside, but I could not tell where it was coming from. As I sat down on the floor, I decide to see what I could remember about what happened to me. Surprisingly, I could remember everything that happened before I blacked out. I was about to stand up to look for a way out of the metal box, when the roof opened with a bunch of sunlight shining through. Looking up, I saw quite a few people looking down at me. The sun was in my face so I couldn't make out any of the faces that were above. After about a minute, a rope was thrown down for myself to climb myself  up. Thankful that I don't have to be in there anymore; I climbed out. Once out, I could finally see the faces of the people that were standing around me. There were some that I recognized and others that were foreign to me. I decide to act like I didn't remember anything for my own safety and due to the fact that no one else has their memories of outside whatever this place was.

As I searched through my memories, of what this place was a few people came up to talked to me. One of the people being Chuck. I vaguely remember him before he was taken but i think his name was Charles not Chuck. I hate Janson. Random people are called and they were separated and never came back. Now I see that some of the people were sent here while the others were probably killed. I don't know if they have been killed or if they were sent somewhere else.

As my memories have fully restored, I remember a group that is fighting against WICKED but I can't seem to recall the name. They have been trying to get WICKED shut down but now i just so happen to be inside of it and helped them design this awful maze.  I have to act like I'm clueless that way no one will think that I had something to do with all of this. It is lucky that I learned how to lie really before I got sent here. After being taken from my mother at a young age and raised in a government facility, you had to in order to be able to do anything.

I was pulled from my thought when Alby started to talk to me.

"Greenie? Do you remember anything from before you can here? Anything from your past?" Alby asked sounding curious.

"No. Sorry, the only thing that I can remember is my name." I responded quickly.

"That's the same for everyone. We only remember our names when we come to the Glade. Don't know why we do not have our memories though. Well, what is your name?" Alby finally asked after telling me a little bit about what happened to the people that came up though the weird box.

"Thomas" I replied sounding confident about my name.

" Alright, Thomas. Welcome to the Glade."

"Thank you" 

Alby soon walked off seeing that there wasn't much more to talk about. My stomach then growled and then realized just how hungry.  It has been I while since I last ate. My mouth was quite parched too. I walked to the kitchen to see if I could get any food from Fry pan. I was happy to eat anything that was provided as I was not a picky eater. He settled of making me a ham sandwich with raw vegetables. It was delicious and I didn't realize just how hungry I was until i too one bite. The sandwich ended up being gone just after about seven or more bites. I took a little more time eating the veggies but they were gone not soon after. After I was done, I cleaned up and gave a quick thank u to Frypan.   

The time was getting late and the walls were about to close while I saw someone come from inside the maze. Must have been a runner  i thought to myself. I soon as I took a step in his direction he took. Right when I took a step in his direction he collapsed. I ran to him to see if he was alright.

"Hey! Are you alright?" I asked the runner.

"Yeah, just exhausted" The man said back to me after he caught his breath.

"Okay. What were you doing out in the Maze?" i asked him even though i already knew the answer to it. They have been trying to find a way out for about two and a half years now.

"Hold your curiosity until you are allowed to know. Though I will tell you this I am a runner" he said tiredness trying to take over him.

"Alright, what is your name though?" I asked him because he was one of the people that were foreign to me.

"Minho. Your's?"

"Thomas" I said answering him.

"Nice to meet you Thomas"

"Same to you"