Amnesia: A Maze Runner Fanfiction

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I was sitting in the grass as the sun beat down on my sweat soaked face. I'd had my Tour. I knew the jobs. I'd tried each one - the Sloppers, Builders, Track-Hoes, Cooks, Slicers, Med-jacks, Bricknicks - even the Baggers.

I was still confused, but I'd been told I'd find out. I wasn't sure what I was waiting for. I had been told, however, that what lay beyond the Glade was an enormous, concrete, changing maze. It was being discovered. I needn't worry. That's all I knew.

I wasn't sitting alone. Teresa was next to me, the only other girl in the Glade. She'd arrived only a few days after Thomas, and woken up from her coma a few days after that. Everyone was trying to get to her, but she wasn't speaking to anyone except me, and Thomas. She hadn't told me anything about what she knew, but she knew she was different.

She kept to herself a lot, but I discovered that as long as we avoided the serious topics, she was quite open with me.

"Okay, so which job is looking the best to you?"

"None of 'em," I admitted.

"Fair enough. I haven't been asked to get started at work yet - mainly because I'm sort of ignoring all of them." She smirks slightly.

"Are those all the jobs available?" I wondered. "The ones I've tried today?"

"Available? Yes." She hesitated. "All the jobs? No."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

She stopped a moment before answering, as if she was considering whether or not to tell me. "Well, there are the Runners as well. They're the ones who run the Maze everyday, mapping it, trying to find a way out."

I stared at her, oddly intrigued. "What are the Runners like?"

"Well, I guess they've gotta be fast, and physically fit, because they've gotta get back before the doors close for the night, else they're stuck out there. And I've heard it said countless times - no one survives a night in the Maze."

"What? Why not? What happens to them?"

"They call them Grievers."

"Grievers?"

"Yeah. But a few nights after I woke up, Thomas, Minho and Alby got trapped in the Maze overnight. They barely made it out with their lives, let alone Alby's."

"Who's Minho? Who's Alby? And what happened to him?"

"Minho is the Keeper of the Runners. Alby is the usual leader. Newt is second-in-command, and he's having to take Alby's place. Clearly it's taking his toll on him. Everyone's saying he's way more stressed and much less friendly than usual."

"Really? Seemed like the nicest one to me. A lot more than Gally, anyway."

"Thomas says Gally's the worst." I laughed slightly. "Anyway," she continued, returning to the subject at hand. "Alby's still alive. Just. The only reason he managed to survive was with some stinging Serum. I arrived in the Box with some syringes in my pocket."

"Why was Alby in the Maze? Is he a Runner?"

"Alby was in the Maze with Minho, investigating a Griever. Just lying there in broad daylight, seemingly dead. Turns out it wasn't, and as soon as Alby approached, he was stung. Minho didn't make it back with him in time."

"Woah. Well. Lugging an unconscious body through a giant maze quickly doesn't sound easy," I remarked.

"Exactly. As the door closed, Minho rounded the corner, dragging Alby along, and we all knew they weren't gonna make it, and people were screaming at him to run, even to leave Alby behind. Instead, Thomas squeezed through into the Maze just as the walls shut. We thought we'd all just watched them die."