A boy with blonde hair appeared in Ember's vision, jumping into the metal death box she had ridden up in.
"What the bloody-" Ember didn't let him finish, before she kicked his knees, causing him to fall forwards onto his hands. She took this chance to grab the gardening knife from the boys waist, and aim it at him.
"Where am I? Who are you? And who are all those other freaks?" Ember asks, the boys exchanging confused glances, before an older boy steps in. He had darker skin, and talked without and accent, unlike blonde boy.
"My names Alby. And this is the Glade. I know it's scary, not having a memory. But, I promise, we've all been through this." Alby's hand slowing reaches out, as Ember's still aiming the knife at him. Still unsure, she hands the knife to Alby, knowing that she would probably cause more of an uproar if she did anything when she just met everyone.
"Where am I?" Ember asks, once again. Alby gets down to her level, looking into her eyes. Newt begins to stand up, and watches Ember with a confused look on his face.
"Welcome to the Glade." Alby says. He looks back up to the crowd of boys. "Bring her to the pit"
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The boys who brought me into this dirt jail cell tie the lock to the "door."
Questions spin through Ember's mind. What's the Glade? Where's all the other girls?
How is blonde boy feeling? Why did everyone look so confused? Where's my family? Do have a family?
A headache begins to occur. Ember grabs the sides of her pounding head, and holds on tight until the throbbing lessens.
A voice breaks her pain. "Hey. Sorry we all got off on such a bad start." Alby.
Ember takes her hands off her head and looks up. Seemingly impossible, the sun looks brighter now than it did when she first arrived. "It's alright. How's blonde boy doing? I feel kind of bad."
Alby let out a short laugh. "Newt's fine. Trust me, he's been through much worse than that." He pauses, letting out a deep breath. "We all have."
"What is this place?"
Alby outstretches a hand. "Let me show you."
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Sorry this is so short! I promise I'll make the next chapters much longer. I just didn't have too much time, but I'll set aside writing time for chapter 2, and more.
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JAMES DASHNER: THE MAZE RUNNER, THE SCORCH TRIALS, THE DEATH CURE
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