Welcome to the Mine series. For anyone wondering, this book includes the Maze Runner, the Scorch Trials and the Death Cure, by James Dashner. But with a twist of course >:D
Please read a couple of chapters before you give up entirely on this book, it gets much better. Trust me, I'm the bloody author.
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Sam
"Wicked is good." Her voice sounds so harsh, yet soft. Her striking blue eyes analysing my every move, blood red lips moving as she talks to the people around me. She smirks at me, porcelain white teeth showing from under her rouged lips. My vision becomes blurred, and my memory begins to fade.
Those three words echo throughout my mind as my eyes close.
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I awake with a gasp - I rack my mind for answers. Simple things come to my mind, like: eating a hotdog, climbing a tree, holding someone's hand. The face of the person who was holding my hand is blurred - like the person was erased from existence. Why can't I remember anything?
Where am I? What is my name? Where does this thing lead me?
I sit up, resting my bodyweight on my hands, "Hello? Is anyone there?" My hoarse voice sounds foreign to my ears.
I clamber ungracefully to my feet, stumbling around as this elevator moves upwards. Wait, what is an elevator? I dismiss the thought, blindly stumbling around in this dark thing; I reach four corners. The word 'square' pops into my head. What is a square?
I reach upwards, banging on the roof, "SOMEBODY HELP ME! HELP!" I scream. No reply, this is useless. The box jerks and I fall to the floor, yelping in pain.
I decided to lay still, moving would be useless, I would just fall again. My eyelids grow heavy, and they close. My vision goes black, I try to move, nothing happens. What is going on? I begin to panic, as I realise that I could be dead. I keep trying to move my limbs, but to no avail I keep laying still.
I manage to listen carefully as the box came to a stop, light flooding in from all directions. The box shook violently as somebody jumped in.
Newt
"It's... A girl," I said up to all of the gladers staring down at me.
"I call dibs!" Somebody yelled and all hell broke loose:
"She's mine!"
"Hey! Back off shank she's mine!"
"Give 'er here!"
"But I think she's dead." I frown.
Like someone had just clicked their fingers, argument started everywhere.
