Wastelands → Newt [Movie Trilogy]

00 → "THE ARRIVAL OF THE FIRST GIRL GLADER"

00 → "THE ARRIVAL OF THE FIRST GIRL GLADER"

The girl's eyelids snapped open, shooting upright after being curled onto her side. It was like she'd just awoken from a nightmare, like she was about to scream herself awake, jolting upright so suddenly, her eyelids snapping open, sucking air into her lungs. The moment she finally came to, the girl sat there, dazed. Her eyes darted around in confusion, trying to place where she was. The girl got to her knees, her eyes trying to adjust to the darkness around her as she tried to get to her feet. And then something jolted, and she'd careened into something. She got herself up, pressing the palm of her hands to the cold, metal floor. She couldn't place where she was — all she could process is that wherever she was, was moving. Like an elevator. And that it was traveling upwards. To where, she would soon find out.

The girl was terrified. Confused. Anxiety bubbled up inside her. The space she was in felt like the walls were caving in. She could only put together one word for the feeling — claustrophobia. The fear of tight spaces. With the mix of emotions, what really scared her the most was that she couldn't remember anything about herself. She didn't know who she was, where she was. What her name was. Her brain felt hollow. Empty. Any memories that did try resurface, were swallowed away like a black hole. Her mind felt like a dark void. The girl got to her feet, using the wall for support. She screamed for the elevator to stop. The elevator — all she could really think was that she was inside an elevator, or a cage or Box of some sorts — creaked and groaned as it moved. In the corner were a bunch of crates. What was inside them, she wouldn't know, because she was too afraid to try open them. Staring upwards, the elevator looked like it was speeding up. The girl held onto the wall as it picked up speed. And then, without even a single warning, the elevator came to an abrupt stop, and she tumbled to the ground, landing onto the floor of the elevator with an oomph. A red light flickers, before it flashes green, and before she could prepare herself, two doors glided open above. Light expanded as it shone into the Box.

Figures appeared above. Two gates were lifted. They stared down at her, realisation etched onto their faces. The girl realised that the vast majority of those staring down, were boys. She didn't see a single girl's face. That scared her even more. Made her feel even more confused. Voices chorused amongst the figures above. There were whistles, snickers. Someone even had the audacity to call dibs on her. Someone jumps into the Box. A tall boy with a dirty blonde hair and a deformed nose. He smirked down at her, and surprisingly he offered the girl his hand. The girl stared back at the boy, trying to scurry backwards, refusing to take his offer. She knew he was trying to be nice, but she was wary about the fact she was a girl amidst of what appeared to be a large group of all teenage boys. Teenage boys who looked like they hadn't seen a teenage girl in years.

"Fine." He grumbled. "Suit yourself, Greenie."

"Gally, slim it and be nice." A second voice grumbled. The voice had an an accent — her brain registered it as a British one — and was a lot softer than Gally's, who'd jumped into the Box to greet her. When she peered up, and another boy jumped into the Box. Gally clambered out, right as the second boy knelt before her. The boy was tall, his blonde hair cut short. He offered her his hand, just as Gally had done, his face softening as he flashed her a smile. That smile struck a spark of familiarity.