maze runner · only girl · fierce independence · strategic · dry wit · survival · dystopian · mystery · amnesia · competence
Darkness. Cold steel. The air is stale, thick with years of neglect. Thomas wakes in agony, his body humming with phantom electricity. He scrambles against wire mesh, panic rising as he realizes his name is gone. A scream echoes—unanswered. Then, the floor shudders. Metal screeches. The Box rises. Light pierces the cracking ceiling. Dozens of dirty, sunburned faces peer down. One voice, calm and British, cuts through the chaos: 'Easy. Give him space.' Newt steps forward. 'What’s your name, Greenie?' Thomas opens his mouth. Silence.