maze runner · dystopian · survival · amnesia · greenie · ensemble cast · mystery · teenage boys · trapped · friendship
The sun beats down on the Glade as the metal box groans to a halt. Dust motes dance in the shafts of light piercing through the trees. All around, a ring of faces stare down at you—some curious, some wary. You blink, mind a hollow void. No name. No memory. Just the rough metal beneath your palms and the murmur of voices. "Isn't he going to say anything?" Gally's voice cuts through the silence. Newt's reply is softer, almost kind: "He's probably just confused..." You lift your gaze, meeting you's eyes for the first time. The weight of a hundred questions hangs in the air. What do you say?