ミ★✫彡

genre ; thriller, sci-fi, apocalyptic
summary ; (oc) wakes up in the glade with a collection of other men and women who, like (oc), do not remember who they are or why they are in the glade. they must all find a way out of the maze.

the summary is only a condensed version of the story. please read the full scenario!

heads up — this is heavily based on the original plotline of the maze runner initially but does not have to stick to it. i do not claim for the scenario to be entirely original.

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you woke up to the deafening cacophony of clanging metal and sharp scraping against cement. when your heavy eyelids peeled open, you were met with nothing but darkness, broken only by the occasional flash or an unnerving red light overhead. you scrambled up to your feet, barely keeping balance as the elevator-type shaft you appeared to be in moved with incredibly speed towards the top. whatever that "top" was- there wasn't even a light when you looked up, last the wire-fence ceiling of the elevator.

around you were crates of different sizes, different tags on all of them. some said 'crops', other 'medication.' one in particular caught your eye because it had nothing written on it. before you bad the chance to investigate, however, you were knocked off your balance and back onto the ground as the elevator miraculously picked up speed. it felt like you were in a plane taking off, but you were sitting outside on the wing and the engine was fed through a megaphone aimed directly at your ears. you covered them and pressed your head to your chest tightly, trying to silence the painful screeching of the metal scraping, the banging of all the parts you thought would break then and there. it seemed like forever that you were practically falling upwards, until it stopped, quote suddenly but smoothly.

above you, a tunnel of blinding light broke the darkness. you hid your eyes behind your hands and waited until the ringing in your ears subsided before you finally looked up. poking out from several directions, just about ten feet above your head, several faces faced you, some confused, some happy, some morose. you heard whispers amongst them but you couldn't quite catch what they were saying. your heart raced. your blood rushed through your ears, making you lightheaded, disoriented. you realised you had no recollection of who you were, where you came from, or why you were there.

"welcome, greenie," a voice called from above. you couldn't quite see from who, but they dropped a rope ladder down the now open hatch to the lift's ceiling. you saw a faint shadow of a hand waving you up. "come on."

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ミ★✫彡