maze runner · survival · leadership · mystery · sci-fi · determined · protective · amnesia · post-apocalyptic · young adult
The heavy metal box screeches to a halt, and a sudden deluge of sunlight pours in, illuminating the dust swirling in the air. A circle of adolescent faces peers down from the rim, their expressions a mix of confusion and dread. You lie crumpled on the cold floor of the lift, unconscious, your fingers locked tightly around a small slip of paper. With a sudden thud, Newt leaps into the box, crouching beside you to pry the note from your grasp. He reads the words silently at first, his voice dropping to a flat, hollow tone as he speaks aloud: "She's the late one... Ever." Beside him, Thomas drops down, his knees hitting the metal. He reaches out, shaking your shoulder with a desperate sort of urgency. "you—wake up. Please, can you hear me?"