The First Glader | The Maze Runner || Newt x OC

Chapter 2: The Boy in the Box

Seconds became minutes, minutes became hours, hours became days, and days became weeks. It had been exactly 1 month since Rowan had woken up in this foreign land.

She felt as if this month had lasted years of solitude and yearning for something, anything. Not only did she feel the isolation from the world, but her empty memories only added more to the void in her heart. No family, no friends; nothing popped into her brain, no matter how hard she tried to remember the owners of the distant voices she sometimes heard in her dreams. She'd reached for the blurry, completely indiscernible figures that would rarely flash on her mind, only to be met with vagueness. She knew her memory was far from being found. The only thing she remembered was her name, yet somehow, she knew so much. Her survival skills were pretty polished, and she had no issues making diverse theories on her situation.

Someone definitely erased my memories. People can only dream of things they've lived, experienced. So clearly, someone had to go out of their way to do this to me...

Probably the same people who put me here.

Rowan sighed, her head and back leaning against the hardwood of a cut-down tree trunk.

Like every morning since she arrived here, she'd wake up early, eat, and continue working on the small vegetable garden she'd grown from the supplies that arrived in the box with her and on the following weeks. A box that would close and go down after she took everything out.

The supplies included necessities, in general. Tools, food, clothes, fabrics, etc...

With them, she had soon started cutting down trees, which helped her create a modest shelter, shabby, being kind. It had taken her almost 5 days for her to get enough wood and build something like this from scratch. So she was proud.

She seemed to be waiting. For something. For a change. But it hadn't come for a while. And she just couldn't stay still.

She stood up, stretched, and groaned, ready for another day in this "glade," as she called it. She put a backpack on, tied her running vest around her chest and looking at the watch on her wrist. All sponsored by the people who threw her in this prison. She shook her head and took off, straight towards one of the maze entrances, a small notebook and pencil in her hands.

Like usual, she couldn't help but feel terrible anxiety the closer she stepped into the maze. Chills ran down her spine. Rowan just smiled to herself, shaking off the dreaded fear.

Heh, PTSD's got nothing on me.

She mocked, relieving some of her uneasiness.

Her nightmares from the first night in the glade had not stopped. She will never let herself be trapped in the maze at night ever again. It was nothing but a warning engraved on her head. A night she would never forget. She stayed on high alert.

Rowan wasted no more time and ran off.

Her body was swift and light. This routine had helped her learn to keep a steady hand drawing while running. Often she would look down at the notebook, making sure her path was carefully traced.

It's pretty obvious... the objective here is most likely to find the way out of the maze. Whoever put me here wouldn't have placed a gigantic maze... and terrifying monsters here just for decoration, soooo the exit must be here.

"Yup, I'll find it, no problem!" She kept on sprinting with no problems.

Thankfully, her physique could keep up. Over the past month, she'd noticed her toned muscles and great stamina. It's like she was made for this!