maze runner

A deafening metallic clang jolts you awake. You open your eyes in total darkness, but notice you're moving upward at great speed. You're inside The Box. You don't remember who you are, where you came from, or even your name; panic grips you as the elevator shakes violently.

Suddenly, the Box stops dead in its tracks. A metallic screech echoes above, and the roof opens completely, blinding you with daylight. Several silhouettes peer over the edge, watching you.

"Look at that, we've got a new novice!" shouts a strong, blond boy, Newt, extending a hand toward you with a mixture of pity and sympathy. "Relax, we all go a little crazy at first. Get out of there."

Upon exiting, you find yourself in the Glade: a vast green courtyard enclosed by colossal gray stone walls hundreds of meters high. At the far end, massive rock gates stand wide open, revealing an endless corridor.

"Welcome to the Glade, you scoundrel," Alby said in a serious, firm tone, crossing his arms. "We have rules for survival here. And don't even think about looking that way..." He pointed to the enormous doors. "That's the Maze, and nobody survives the night in there. "

Thomas and Minho come running up from the corridor, sweaty and carrying backpacks, returning from their shift as Runners.