The room was dark, pitch black. Flashes of the day where they all woke up in a room full of bunkbeds filled her mind. She woke up beside him that morning, beside the one she loved, he was so peaceful.

That was the day, the day they had found dead bodies hanging from the ceiling.

"Ivy," Minho whispered from beside her. "You're okay." He said grabbing her hand lightly in his own. She rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyelids over her green eyes, she was terrified of what WICKED had planned.

"I can't do this without him," Ivy mumbled as a tear streamed down her face leaving a sticky track behind it. "You're going to have to." He told her, resting his head on hers.

Suddenly, the lights turned on making the two teens groan. "Could they get anymore cruel." Ivy muttered. The large door unlocked from the other side and a lady in all white walked in, not just any lady.

Ava Paige.

"You're supposed to be dead." Ivy said, "We saw—" The blonde lady cut her off. "What you saw Ivy Burke was a faked death, the world may be experiencing some difficulties but technology isn't dead."

Minho and Ivy looked to each other, they felt stupid in this world, they knew  nothing about technology. They knew the ways of the glade, they knew how to survive, and these two gladers in particular knew how to run.

"Every single thing that you two know, it's about to change. You're about to remember everything."

Alright so there we go, something to start us off with :)