You were always their favorite.
Mei wakes up in a dark, ascending elevator with no memory of his past, her identity a complete mystery.
She finds herself among an eeriely familiar group of teenage boys, who have built a society while trying to solv...
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(a/n: i love mazerunner so much, I've spent my weekend watching edits, and I'm still sick too :((( i hope you like this chapter cus i enjoyed making it)
"Crap.. I'll never be a runner at this rate. It's their most important rule, and I just broke it," I said, frightened at the thought.
I vaguely remember what Alby had said, If the maze doesn't kill you, then we will.
"Might as well look for something useful here. If I find the exit, maybe I can bribe them to spare my life." I ran my fingers across the wall, feeling the cold, rough surface.
Why does this all feel so familiar?
Go left.
There it was again. Except it was a guy's voice now. His voice was soft. Maybe I could communicate back to him if I tried hard enough.
Hey!-
I attempted to communicate with him, which only caused a headache. But I knew I couldn't give up.
Hey! Do you know how much trouble you just caused me?
I fell on the floor, rubbing my temples in pain.
Hurry mei, I don't have much time, turn left, then right-
Woah woah, slow down. I can't walk that fast.
You have to run.
Wait, wait? What do you mean-
I have to go, they're coming. I can only help you by shutting them off at this point. I know you can remember the way. you helped them build it, Good luck, mei.
Wait! You can just leave me!-
Silence. Like reaching for an object in the dark, only to find emptiness.
I got up from the floor and dusted myself off. I had to find something. But what did he mean by them? Who's coming?..
I need to trust my gut.
I jogged inside, straying further and further from the comfort of the doors.
Something took over my body, I felt like I knew where to go, and what turns to take. But I had no idea what I was looking for.
As I navigated the maze, flashes of memories flooded my mind—working with people in white coats to construct this very maze. But why couldn't I remember more?
Suddenly, I heard the sound of metal crashing on the floor echoing from a close distance. Panic surged through me.
What was coming? Is this what that guy was telling me to run from?
