Behind The Walls: A Maze Runner Fanfic [ABANDONED WIP]

Chapter 1

Two years.

I've been living in this maze for two years. I don't know how I got here or why I'm here, one day I woke up on the dirt and didn't remember anything. The one that the I did remember was my name. Anna.

No last name. No family. No friends. No past life. All I remember is my name.

I haven't interacted with anyone in two years. I've been trying to find a way out of this maze for a while, yet through everything and anything I still have not found a path out of this hellhole from my worst nightmares.

The monsters that creep in the maze haven't been any help, either. At first I didn't realize they were dangerous, then eventually reality hit me like a bullet, and I knew I had to do whatever it took to survive this place.

I know there is a way out, sometimes I hear screaming, quiet talking, and every night and every morning I hear a terrible screeching sound. I cannot be the only one here, but I have searched this place throughly and no one is out there. Maybe it's just troubled voices in my heads, but the odd presence I feel tells me otherwise.

There's one place I haven't searched, but that's because there's too many monsters. They'd eat me, kill me, tear me limb for limb or whatever they do.

I yank a vine off the wall and sigh. Vines: my main source of food. Once a month I wake up with a tiny box, about the size of a shoebox, next to me, with a galloon of water, two apples, a sandwhich, dried fruit, and a pack of chips. I always wonder how it got there, but I just take the food and be grateful that it's here.

But, since that isn't enough food, I eat the vines as well. They aren't that delicious, but in a life or death situation, things like this don't really matter.

For this month, I'm out of food, so I shove the vine in my mouth. The ivy roughly goes down my throat, but my mind tells me that this is the way to survive, even if the "food" tastes completely and utterly terrible.

As I continue to eat my delicious meal... I hear it. The screaming.

I've only heard it a few times. This time it sounds like boys screaming random stuff that I can't properly make out. And then that terrible screeching begins. I rip off a few more vines and eat them as I listen carefully to the yells and cries. The terrible screeching concedes, but the horrible screaming does not go away as simply.

I have this feeling it's just the creators, the people who placed me here, messing with me and my thoughts. But my mind begins to race, creating the most insane situations, most of which involving serial killers and rapists.

But it's not the time to worry about that. Because it's night, and night is when the gruel, slimy, monsters come out to haunt me.