The elevator keeps moving up and up, it's thick chains grinding harshly against God knows what. You aren't scared, just curious. Curious about everything; who you were, where you where. All you can remember is that you're called (y/n). After you realise that you won't be remembering anything else soon you decide to have a little look around.You move aside some boxes which were piled up in one of the corners. The only thing what was revealed was WCKD, which is ingraved on the floor. With confusion, you rack brains for any explanation on what WCKD could be. As you push the boxes back(just incase they're important) the elevator comes to a sudden holt, causing you to flop straight onto your bottom. A light is soon revealed, causing you to squint your eyes and bring your hand to cover the sun. Your eyes quickly ajust and looking down on you is a group of boys. One of the boys jumps into the box, he has a dirty blonde hair, with a dirty body to go with it.
"It's a girl!" The blondie shouts out, he has a strong British accent, you can already see it annoying you in the future.
You quickly scramble up and look around, turning in a full circle, then you turn to look at the anooying brit.
"Oh really? Fuck, I was sure I was a boy, you know?" You mutter sarcastically, raising a eyebrow in a sassy manner.
Your comment earns a few 'ooo's from the crowd of boys.
"Looks like Minho's got competition." Another boy says, he sounds nice enough.
But you don't know who Minho is and this annoys you. You don't know who anyone is and that annoys you. You don't even know who you're properly, and that definitely annoys you.
With strength and power, you pull yourself out of the box so you're head to head to the boys. No girls at all.Who would send you to live here with a huge group of boys? How are you suppose to survive? The boy also pulls himself out.
"i got dibs!"
"Shuck off!"
"Zart you look like klunk in a t-shirt, no way you'll get her!"
"What's your name Greenie?" The brit steps foreward, his accent shining through the mumbles of the boys behind him.
"My name, my name is y/n." You say gobsmacked.
You hadn't noticed your suroundings until this moment. They're so sureal you find yourself hardly believing what your eyes are transmitting. Like a little village, but that's not what is surprising you. It's the... you aren't quite sure that it is, but it is huge. And at one point, there is a rather big opening.
"What the?" you finally mumble out.
Without you even realising (you're too busy staring at your surroundings) the Brit had wrapped his arm around you.
"Welcome to the glade." He chuckles and lets go of you before you even had chance to push him off you. Lets be fair, you'd have loved to shove him over.
Then everyone walks away, one by one. All in different friendship groups. Once they have left (They've gone back to work, apart from the runners because they're in the maze anyway.) you're left stood alone. Stood awkwardly. At this point, you aren't feeling brave. In fact, tears are clogging your eyes, they're at danger of spilling out. Why would someone send you somewhere without girls? What're you suppose to do? Sit alone for the rest of your life? The rest of your life... You havn't a clue how old you're. But looking down at yourself, feeling your tallness. You'd rank yourself at 16. 16, that means you've got alot of life yet.
Unless you die, who know what's out there? Must be something bad considering you're surrounded by huge concrete walls.
You're about to let the tears spill when you hear russling behind you.
