❝The Maze Runner❞ Thomas

chapter two

I had completed my hammock before I gazed upon the scenery before me, exhaling a deep sigh of frustration. I wondered how long I'd be here, if I'd die here alone, or if maybe more people would be sent up from the mysteries below. I got comfortable into my hammocks crevice, crossing my arms over my chest as the cool breeze shifted the branches of the trees, making their leaves clash against each other; creating a peaceful sound.

My mind started to slowly wonder off into a vast land of thoughts, cradling me into such a painful atmosphere. I couldn't help but feel as if I'd be stuck in here forever till the day I die. I had not even a mere glimpse of hope that even the figure of a person's presence would ever step foot into this hell hole. But I did know one thing. I'd need to start surviving up here on my own. The thought of dying in the midst of supplies and food that could last me a good long while, made me a bit anxious to see how long I truly could survive.

The sky slowly began to darken by the minutes before a wave of need for rest was bestowed upon me. My eyelids felt heavy, pulling me in deeper to the uttermost peacefulness of sleep. I had maybe hoped I'd dream something from the past of which I never knew existed, but I could at least have a bit of hope in my grasp.

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     The next morning, an utterly heated light began to shine over me as I began to shift around trying to escape the light. The light shined through the cracks in the tree that I was laying directly under. I squinted my eyes from the blinding sunlight. I barely opened up one of my eyes trying to adjust to the light slowly. I let out a short yawn stretching as much as I possibly could.

I got out from my hammock as I looked around the place. I once again gazed around, determining the supplies that had come up with me, looking to the pig that still stayed out in his metal crate of some sort. I figured I'd need to build him a fence from the wood planks I had found in the metal box. All I could do now, is start building my way to success.

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     A good solid week had gone by. I studied everything as much as possible, trying to figure out everything in order. I tried going into the Maze before the walls closed, but while I was in the Maze, a huge horrifying slug-like, spike-covered creature had smelt me out. It made weird moaning, clicking, and screeching noises as its metal claws pounded against the ground. Thank God I had made it out of the Maze just in time.

     It seemed they only came out at night when the doors were closed. You could hear them communicating to one another, which stated the fact that there were more than just one. I began to think of a name that could fit their description quite well and somehow came up with the name, Griever. I had then sat down by a tree, picking at the grass, wanting to reassure myself about everything in the Maze out loud.

"The Glade has four large walls," I breathed out, realizing how restlessly pleasing it felt to actually talk once again. "Each wall has an opening in its center with great Doors that close every night and re-opens every morning," I paused for a moment, taking a bite of the pork I had cooked earlier. "Outside the Glade lies the Maze with many twisting and turning paths that contain horrifying slug-like, spike-covered creatures called Grievers." I opened my eyes sighing in relief in the midst of figuring everything out.

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About two weeks had passed and the only place I was able to manage almost being completely built was the Bloodhouse. The Bloodhouse was where all the livestock that was brought into the maze, was raised, slaughtered, cooked, and stored away. In the past I've been able to kill a few pigs and sheep that have been sent up from down below.

     I was then laying in my hammock, staring at the stars that shaped out many designs before me as I played with a small pebble I had found that was black with shining sparkles indwelled within itself. I exhaled a deep sigh, looked down around the Glade and noticing the slow progress I was making. I had then looked back up to the stars, somewhat longing of the presence of someone to be here with me. Anyone at all. Even a dog of some sort, I had thought to myself, chuckling slightly.

     But in almost of flash of light, something began to flood my vision, colors and glitches flew in multiple directions. Faces, mixed up Faces I couldn't make out were moving around and about my presence. Their faces were blurry. There were voices, multiple voices, some of which they seemed to be arguing. But in a quiet soft moment, I began to hear a voice that was calm but all too familiar.

"Remember," his voice was so sincere. "I'll see you soon." He had breathed out. I couldn't see the boy's face, only structures.

"Don't forget about me," he breathed out as my heart felt torn to the pit of my stomach. His words hurt, knowing I truly couldn't remember a thing.

"Don't forget about me," His voice echoed through my stomach as I desperately tried to focus on my surroundings, possibly hoping to see his face.

A flash of hazel brownish eyes had crossed my vision, hands instructing screens before their seats and many other voices.

"Everything is going to change," his voice had whispered. "Remember, Lynn. Everything is going to change."

     My eyes shot open, my breathing heavy as my chest rose up and down rapidly. I sat up in complete shock of what had just happened. The voice, the people, the faces. I wasn't insane. I wasn't the only one in this sacred world. There has to be others, especially if there's someone who's sending me packages to survive. But what caught me by surprise, was my name. My heart felt a tingle of hope.

Lynn. My name is, Lynn.