Maze runner one shot requests

Firsts part two---Newt imagine

TW: mentions of Newt's jump

First time waking up.

Bright sunlight streamed through your eyelids, until you finally opened your heavy eyelids.

You didn't notice where you were at first.

Only a few seconds later, you did.

A. . . you didn't exactly know. Grass, trees, the bare structures of a few buildings, then the thing that stuck out the most to you; The giant walls, surrounding the area, boxing you in, trapping you.

You swivel your head left and right, confused, scared, worried.

Something shifts next to you, and you finally look down, realizing you're surrounded by other people.

A few seconds and you realize they are all boys.

A few more, and you realize they all must be around your age.

Wait.

You. . .you didn't remember your age. . .

You panic, frantically trying to remember something, anything-

People, but their faces are blurred, blurred so you don't know who they are, or why they were important.

Your age, who you were before this, where you were before this, nothing. No memories-

(Y/N).

Was that your name? (Y/N)?

It must be, you decided. Why else would you remember it?

You looked back down at the other boys. A few looked like they were awake, also glancing around, but the others, frankly, looked dead. Influenced by the sudden -no, impossible- change, you thought they might actually be dead, and crawled to the nearest boy.

He had dirty blond hair, which was ruffled and messy.

You started shaking him, and when that did nothing, slapping his face.

The boy jolted awake, putting his hands up to shield his face from more slaps.

"Whoa, whoa, bloody stop it!"

You sighed in relief.

"Oh good, you're alive."

The boy looked annoyed.

"Well, yeah, why wouldn't I be-"

The boy sat up, notinging where you were for the first time, whispering to himself.

"What the-"

You registered somewhere in the back of your mind that the boy had an accent. British, maybe. It sounded familiar and you liked it, it made you feel safe, like you weren't trapped in. . .whatever this place was. The boy turned to you, maybe thinking you would have answers for him. You shrugged helplessly.

"I don't know either."

The boy ran his hand through his hair, which also seemed familiar.

"I'm (Y/N), in case you were wondering."

The boy seemed to be thinking, possibly trying to remember his own name. Finally he spoke.

"I-I'm Newt."

First crush.

A few days later, and you still had absolutely no answers. One thing you and the others had noticed was that gates opened and closed, day and night.