A MAZE RUNNER TRILOGY
"And one day someone walks into your life,
a total stranger, and they become so important
to you. And while you're only known them such a short time,
you feel you're loved them for a lifetime."
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SIX MONTHS BEFORE ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
THE RETURN OF AWARENESS was not a gentle awakening, but a sudden, nauseating lurch. Her stomach rebelled, a dry heave in her throat, but there was nothing to expel. Her eyelids fluttered open, heavy and gummed together, revealing only darkness. A primal fear, unattached to any specific memory, clawed at her. She was cold. So incredibly cold.
She pushed against the darkness, a desperate, silent struggle. Her limbs felt stiff, her muscles screaming in protest as she slowly, painstakingly, managed to sit upright. A dull ache throbbed behind her eyes. Her fingers, numb and clumsy, reached out, encountering a rough, metal surface. A wall.
Madylin. The name echoes in her mind, a desperate whisper from the depths of her being. Who was Madylin? Why did it feel so important?
Fumbling in the darkness, her hands explored her surroundings. The floor beneath her felt like cold interwoven chains. She pushed herself to stand, her knees buckling, her head swimming. She braced herself against the wall, taking slow, shallow breaths.
Suddenly, a series of red lights began to flash, bathing the space in a unsettling glow. The floor underneath her lurched, sending her crashing to the ground. The loud, jarring sounds of metal on metal assaulted her ears, pulling her completely out of the fog that clouded her mind. A wave of sadness still clung to her, yet she couldn't remember why.
Ignoring the ache in her chest, she hastily took in her surroundings. She was caged within a grimy, metal box littered with boxes tossed carelessly around her. When the movement ceased, she stood again.
Panic bloomed in her chest. She was trapped. Where? Why? What was happening? She had no answers, no context. Her mind was a terrifying blank slate, except for random bits of knowledge stuck with her and that single, persistent word.
Madylin.
"Hello?" The sound of her voice startled her. She called again, louder, desperation lending a fragile strength. Nothing. Only the quiet hum of an unseen mechanisms, and the thudding of her own frantic heart. She crossed the rusty floor to the other wall, her fingers curling around the chain-linked barrier, straining for a glimpse beyond. Concrete and metal caged her in. It seemed like she was trapped in a sort of elevator. How she even remembered what that is, was beyond her.
Then she realized... She was Madylin, and she was alone.
She looked down at herself. She was wearing a pair of black leather boots, black cargo pants, and a snug grey three-quarter-sleeved buttoned shirt. Her fingers wandered into her pants pockets, fishing out a small cassette player, the headphones neatly wound around its tiny frame. With a soft touch, she traced the contour of its edges, lost in its simple charm.
