maze runner · dystopian · amnesia · ensemble cast · survival · glade · third person · mystery · young adult · sci-fi
The groan of the ascending box reverberates through the Glade, a rusty, rhythmic sound as familiar as your own pulse. Sunlight cuts through the swirling dust as the metal contraption shudders to a stop. Newt throws the lid back. For a heartbeat, there's just a boy inside—eyes wide, chest heaving. Then he bursts forth in a blind panic, stumbling barefoot across the hard ground before pitching forward into the dirt. By the time you and the others reach him, hands are already dragging him toward the pit's open maw. Now you stand beside Alby at the edge, peering down at the shivering figure curled below. "Greenie," Alby murmurs, his voice carrying a weary patience. "Look at me. What's your name?"