The Runner - A Newt FanFic

So, I'm not the only living thing in here. I keep looking. Below my feet is a dark, endless black and lights flashing. Wait... I'm moving. Upwards. What's up? A wall is coming up ahead, but the box is not slowing down. I'm going to die is all I'm thinking; the thought tightens my throat and makes it even harder to breathe. Calm down, stay focused I tell myself. I need to decrease the impact of the crash. I look around and find large amounts of rope and blankets. And... cans. Well huge cans big enough to hide behind. I crawl behind them as fast as I can, grabbing a bundle of blanket and putting it over my head. I squeeze my eyes closed as hard as I can, bracing myself for the impact. But nothing happens.

What's going on?