I'd Follow You Anywhere / Newt Fanfic / Maze Runner Series

Chapter 1 - Hide

Hide

Sweat. Fucking hell all she could smell was sweat, all she could feel was sweat, it dripped into her eyes and clouded her sense of smell.

But there were other things around her, she could sense it, although it was impossible to tell what they were, as there wasn't a sliver of light to be found, pitch black, everywhere. She felt metal underneath of her, just then realizing she was sprawled out on the floor of, well, wherever she happened to be. The metal was slightly sticky, and there was a thin layer of dirt beneath her. She figured she was most likely coated in the mixture of filth.

The very last thing she expected was for the place to start moving. It was rising quickly.

As if the jolt of the box gave her a kickstart, she remembered she had a voice, and for some reason, she knew she used it a lot.

"HEY"

Yeah sure, that was a grand attempt at saving yourself from this hell hole...

From this hell hole who?

As if things couldn't get any fucking worse, she now couldn't even talk to herself, seeing as she couldn't remember a damned thing, including her very own name.

I've gotta get out of here

She frantically started feeling around, suddenly very aware of the fact that anything could be looming in the darkness, possibly not even an inch from her face. Her hand waved through the air before smacking into something. She pulled her hand back when there was a small sharp pain.

A splinter

Splinters come from wood

Crates are made out of wood

People put stuff in crates

Her mind raced, connecting the dots incredibly fast before peeling herself off of the sticky floor and stumbling to where she believed the crate was. Her knee connected with something as the metal box- elevator- thing picked up the pace a bit. She immediately ripped the top off of the crate, making sure not to get any more splinters, and slowly slipped her hand in making sure nothing in the crate posed as an immediate threat. When she was sure the crate wasn't filled with something that could potentially kill her, she reached in further.

Her hand wrapped around something long and cold.

A flashlight!

Things were finally starting to look up. As she clicked the button on the flashlight, the metal box flooded with artificial light, making her grimace at the sudden change, partially covering her eyes until they were adjusted. Looking around, she realized there were no other people in the box, which happened to be a bit of relief and a disappointment all at once. If someone else had been in here, would she have been able to protect herself?

Ok, if there's a flashlight in here, there's bound to be something else useful in here, right?

She dug through the crate, throwing the items that were useless to her out of the way, clothes, towels, and chicken seed? It seemed like a very odd arrangement of things, nothing that wasn't useful, but everything seemed to not be useful in that moment. The flashlights beam moved around, swaying with her as she swayed with the metal box. It was increasingly annoying, and the sound of the gears pulling the box up, plus the occasional screeching of the box, made her head hurt.

What's that?

The light bounced off of something, glancing down, she saw a knife, not just a small one, a big knife, a very big knife. Her hand reached out grasping the knife and pulling it close to her chest. She looked around the box again, deciding that a knife was sufficient for the time being. She took a shaky breath as she sat down in the only available corner, wrapping the one arm around her knees, still clutching the flashlight.

Breath, you've got a light and a weapon. I'm not going to be stuck in here am I? Oh god I'm stuck in this box forever, I'm gonna die here with no memory, I'll never even remember my name. But if there's so much supplies here it can't all be for me, right?

She thought about her circumstance for a moment more, before deciding that this box would stop moving eventually, and she'd need to protect herself with more than the knife. She shot up out of her position on the floor, taking in what supplies she had available without having to tear anymore crates apart.

The crates!

Immediately she got to work, surrounding her little corner with crates. She grabbed the lid of the crate she'd opened and set it next to her corner admiring her quick thinking. The corner was now surrounded by three crates, leaving a small hole all the way in the corner for her to crouch down into. She braced herself before hopping over the crates and sitting in between them. Once she was comfortable, she grabbed the lid of the other crate and pulled it into place over top of her, making it look like the space she was in was actually occupied by another crate. She clicked off the flashlight, as to make sure her location wouldn't be given away, and gripped the knife, ready to attack if need be.

This is my best option. Now all I can do is wait.