Amelia woke up in the dark. Metal creaked and clanked, and she could tell she was moving upward. An elevator. She began to panic as the memories drained away from her. She couldn't remember anything specific that she definitely should have remembered-her mom, her dad, her brother, her dog. She knew she had them, but she didn't remember a thing. Except-her name. Amelia. She knew it wasn't her real name, but she didn't know her real name. Her memories-she tried to grasp at them as they fell away, tried to hold on to them and pull them back in, but she failed. She focused on her brother-her older brother, a tall lanky boy about a year or two older than her, with blonde hair and brown eyes, and a pale complexion, reading a passage from a book aloud to her as a black Labrador retriever lay silently next to him, head on his paws. That last image of her older brother slipped away. Giving up, she screamed until her throat was raw and banged on the top and sides of the metal cage. Suddenly, the box screeched to a halt. She stopped her frenzy and stared apprehensively upwards. The doors flew open and light momentarily blinded her.
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The Maze Runner-Group B
ActionThomas and the rest of Group A has escaped the Maze. But what's Group B's side of the story?