A/N: All I own is my OC and the plot line I'm creating. Everything else belongs to James Dashner.
I open my eyes. Everything around me is dark, but I can tell I'm all alone. All I see, are dark shadows coming from what seem like boxes. As I think about trying to find a weapon, the shaking floor suddenly jerks, and sounds of chains and pulleys fill the air.
The moving floor steadies a little bit more, and I open one of the boxes. In it, I find a large array of daggers, knives, and swords. I grab a small dagger in a sheath, small enough to fit concealed, in the combat boots I am wearing. I also grab a bigger dagger that I know will be more useful in hand to hand combat. Feeling safer, the floor suddenly jerks again and comes to a screeching halt.
The ceiling of the small room I am in suddenly lets in light. "Argh!" I yell, surprised at the light. I blink rapidly at the unexpected light, and as my eyes adjust, I can see faces peering in through the hole. They are all boys.
"The Greenie's a girl!" one boy shouts.
"What!? What does she look like?" another boy shouts back.
"Is she hot?"
"I call dibs!"
"Alright everybody! Slim it!" yells a boy with dark skin, who sounds and looks like he's in charge.
One of the boys, a blond boy with a slight limp leans forward and sticks his hand out. He looks so familiar, yet I'm certain, or at least I don't remember, that I have never seen him before in my life. I hesitate for a moment, then grab it, letting the boy pull me up.
With a strong accent, he says, "Welcome to the Glade, Greenie. The name's Newt. What's yours?"
I think for a moment, then reply, "Adelynn.
I look around me. Boys ranging from age 12 to 17 are standing in a circle around me, with the boy who helped me up, Newt, and the boy with the dark skin. "Where am I?" I ask. From what I can tell, I am in a space enclosed by gigantic walls that have openings in each of the four directions. "What are we all doing here? Why did you guys call me a Greenie?" I follow up with more questions.
"Why do all Greenies have so many questions?" the dark skinned boy groans. I shrink slightly back at this statement.
"Alby," Newt addresses the dark skinned boy. "I'll take it from here. I''l take her on the tour and explain everything."
"Alright," Alby replies. Then speaking to everyone else, he yells, "What's everybody still doing here!? Get back to work! Anybody who is still here and not working is going to get his break cut in half!"
As everybody scrambled to get to work, Newt turned towards me. "Ready for the tour, Greenie?" he smiles and asks.