Meet Zamora, she's malnourished, dirty, pale cause she's nocturnal, has a few scars, and is lightly delusional.

She's the unfortunate girl who was placed in the maze it's self, not the Glade. Mora has been in the Maze for 10 months now with a strict routine, but when she gets cornered by Grievers or as she calls them, Scorpions and is forced into the one place she stears clear of, the sun rises and the doors will open.

Welcome Zamora the second girl in the Glade, the first girl in the Maze.

Zamora's P.O.V
My first day was hard.

My feet hit the ground heavily, besides the Scorpions screeches and my heavy breath, it was the only noise.

Everyday after has been horrible granted, but the first has to take the cake, well actually there was that one...

I halted quickly, and ducked back behind the wall of the corner I'd nearly rounded. A Scorpion roamed the end of the corridor. I schooled my breathing, and glanced around the corner again, before quickly ducking my head back. It wasn't looking so, I mentally counted to three, before ducking past the opening, and pressing against the ivy, listen. It hadn't spotted me. I sighed and continued on my way.

I'd been cornered by a Scorpion about four months ago. It was on my list of my top three worst days, or should I say nights. I sleep from sunrise to sunset, it's easier to be alert and awake during the night, when the Scorpions were out, then when they weren't in the day.

Oh and Scorpions are these giant, half mechanical, half goo monsters with tails like Scorpions, hence the name. Unfortunately those gross goo monster were my only source of food. I know that's disgusting, but it was that or starve to death, I already have to rashin my weekly water supply.

I ducked down another corridor as I heard a Scorpion screech behind me, I quickly picked up my pace. I turned left, knowing I could lose it as the maze changed for tomorrow.

It rained once a week on the exact same day. So don't go thinking I get fresh supplies, I've had to make due with what I woke up with, for the past ten months.
Yeah, it was a weird day, I woke up with no memory other than my name, in this huge empty (human wise) maze with only a backpack, a change of clothes, a watch, an empty two litre bottle, and a machete. That's right I've had the same pair of shoes, same bag, and same two sets of clothes for the past ten months. I try to wash, well really rinse, my clothes each rain day, as well as my body, and I've reinforced my bag with vines around the straps to hold it together after all it's been through. I also recieved a lovely gift (sarcasm) of ducked tape a while back, which I wrapped around my sneakers, as the soles had begun to detach.

I pushed myself faster, as the Scorpion got closer, and the walls on either side of us began to close. I felt one of its long metal legs reach out, and nick the back of my calf. I gave a shout as it caused me to stumbled, and hit the ground. I couldn't stop. I crawled forward, just as the walls closed, slipping through, the Scorpions leg inches above my head, frozen, it's body smooshed flat between the closed walls. I rolled onto my back, and jumped slightly at the frozen metal leg a, few inches from my face. I let my head rest back down on the concrete, and closed my eyes for a couple seconds, just catching my breath and sorting my thoughts. Luckily it was just a scratch. Now where was I? Right, internal monologue.

I've been out here all alone for ten months, with no one but the Scorpions to keep me company. Wanna here something even worse? About two weeks ago, when I was munching on cooked Scorpion blubber, I noticed what I now call, a Scorpion Key. It's a weird beeping, metal cylinder about the size of my forearm, with the flashing red number 3 on it. It opens this special passage that I think is the way out, there's one in each section. Wanna here the bad news, I don't have the man power to get through. No matter what time I go there, it's always heavily guarded by Scorpions. It's a taunt, I know it is. Whatever psycho watching me is throwing the exit in my face like, look what you can't have!

I rolled out of the way of the mechanical leg, and stood up, dusting myself off I headed down the path. I had a Scorpion trap I needed to check. I sure hoped I'd caught something. My past two hadn't worked, and so I'd run out of food two days ago.

I took off in a jog, and checked my watch, it would be sunrise in an hour, and I have to be asleep by sunrise, to maximise energy, to live through the night.

I stopped as I heard a Scorpion screech. Slowly I rounded the corner, and pulled my machete out of my backpack. There swaddled in vines, and hanging upside down by it's legs and tail, hung a Scorpion.

"I knew my new trap would catch one of you suckers." I said to the Scorpion as it screeched and writhed in the dark. I quickly and carefully approached it, I had no way of knowing how long the vines would hold it.

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As I made my way to my current sleeping spot, I tried not to cringe at the smell of the Scorpion meat in my bag. It tended to sully everything, so nowdays I tied my clothes to the outside of my bag, and only kept my water bottle, machete, the Scorpion Key, and meat in there. I'd made quick work of a Scorpion dinner with a small fire, a trick I came into the maze, somehow knowing how to do, and now I was heading to the small space bellow one of the walls, that I'd calimed as my bed. Quite a lot of the walls had space bellow them, like the wall was a giant out-cropping with a nice little space for me to sleep, completely hidden by vines so the sun didn't keep me awake during the day.

I pushed my heavy pack under the wall of vines, and into the space, content with my full tummy. Though it didn't taste nice it kept me alive.

A clicking and screech, pulled me from my thoughts. I gripped my pack strap, and quickly hauled it onto my back, taking off in a sprint, as the Scorpion gave chase.

Not now, it's five minutes till sun up!

I turned and skidded down corridor after corridor, this one was persistent. I turned another corner thinking I'd finally lost it, when another one appeared at the end of my path. I quickly turned to find the one chasing me still following as the other joined the hunt.

I headed off down an empty path. The sun peaked up over the edge of the wall in front of me, blinding me.

It had been a while since I was subjected to full sunlight. I kept running even as tiredness took over, not realising that the Scorpions had given up their meal. Another loud rumble echoed through the maze, more late changes.

I slowed to a stop, and leaned heavily on my knees, puffing. Glad I'd lost them, but angry that they'd kept me up. I looked at my watch 7:00am. I was never up this late. I finally regained my breath, and looked up at the maze walls around me.

Oh shit! I don't recognise this part. It's gotta be near the centre, shit. That's where the Scorpions spend most of their time. This is the worst place to be! This is their nest.

I took off running in a random direction, my bag bouncing on my back with every tiring step, the weight more noticeable than every. This is what I'd call my fourth worst day, and a late night.

I suddenly stopped. I think I can hear voices. I tilted my head pulling a face. Granted this wouldn't be the first time. It gets lonely out here.

No, that's definitely voices. I walked this time. Following the sound.

I seemed to be on the top line of a 'T' intersection section. The voices were coming from my right, and I peeked around the corner, my ratty brown hair falling to the side as I craned my neck to lean out. I got the shock of my life.

"What the Fuck?"