"It's a girl!" A single voice from the crowd yells. More talking breaks out and you feel them staring at you hungrily.
The boy who had jumped down into the box was beginning to unload all of the boxes and crates to the nearest boys.
Standing up, I look around me. There were boys surrounding the box on all sides and the ones who weren't carrying a box or crate were still staring sat me too hungrily for it to be comfortable. It would be impossible for me to escape without being seen.
The box is empty except for me and the boy who had jumped in originally.
"Get back to your jobs you shanks!" He yells. He has an accent, but he uses it to sound more controlling. Everyone left and I was stuck with him. There was no apparent exit and the way all of the boys were looking at me started worrying me. What is he going to do to me?
He turns his back to me again and I know that this is my only chance to escape.
I step on one of the last crates and pull myself free of the box that I was in.
I am surrounded by a gigantic wall that was probably two hundred feet tall. A few of the boys see me and start running my way.
"Get me out of here!" The boy who was still in the box starts screaming. "I don't want to be trapped in here again!"
Ignoring the fact that I was able to get out on my own and he couldn't, I start running in the direction of the woods that were almost hidden out of sight by the gigantic walls that loom over us.
By the time I reach the edge of the woods, almost all of the boys are running after me and yelling at me to stop. I run into the woods anyway and make multiple turns, attempting to get them off of my tail.
Once I they finally stop following me, I find a tree to hide in and start climbing. Something pinches me on my right leg and I immediately stop and sit on a branch to figure out what it is.
I'm wearing a pair of combat boots and that makes it almost impossible to reach inside of my boot. Once I finally I get a grasp on the object, I pull it out and gasp as I look at its reflective surface.
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"A knife," I whisper to myself. "whoever sent me here gave me a knife."
I stare at the knife again, the tip has a small speck of blood on it.
I carefully put it back in my boot and try to go to sleep.
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Running From Your Problems (a Newt/ Maze Runner fanfic)
FanfictionOk. So this is my first fanfic and I probably won't do a good job on it, but it is worth a try. (y/n) your name. (Btw: I am horrible with titles) You wake up in the box, completely disoriented with no idea where you are or why you are there. When...
