The Glade || July 23rd, 2228 || Day One
The air was dry and hot. It brought a warm and sticky sweat to Elliot’s forehead. The metal crate elevator underneath him was cool but there’s wasn’t enough surface area to the crate bottom to cool up all of Elliot’s body. He lay quiet, resting, sedated. As the crate elevator rapidly ascended, it neared the top of its shaft. At the top was either an end or a new beginning. A red light flashed in the elevator shaft as a loud blaring noise followed. The ascent was getting close to its end and that was the sound to let the whole world know – or just Elliot. The blaring sound woke him violently. Elliot was startled awake, his entire body now covered in a cold sweat rather than a warm one. He looked around the dark, small, confined space he was in, attempting to discover where he was but it as to no avail. He couldn’t see enough, not even with the red flashing light. Elliot panicked and began screaming at the top of his lungs, as if that would grab anyone’s attention – as if there was anyone around for attention to be grabbed. He kicked, screamed, and thrashed around in the small crate. He kicked around the supplies he was stuck in there with, unaware of what they were. “Hey! Let me out of here!” No matter how hard he screamed, no one would hear him. Elliot was alone.
It wasn’t until the crate stopped moving that Elliot calmed down. His breathing was shallow, quick, and shaky. He laid on the crate, leaning on his elbows, staring up at the blue blur that was just past the crate’s opening. Elliot maneuvered in the short box to be able to kneel right under the opening of the crate. It took him a second but when he finally gained the courage to do so, Elliot opened the crate he stood in to be welcomed by a beating ray of sunshine to his face. He brought his arm over his face to cover the sun’s ray. He looked around to see the new world he’d be living in. He lived like this for a while. Elliot learned that he was alone and he had no idea how long it’d be until someone else, if anyone, would join him. He lived on the land for a month before anyone joined him. Elliot made himself a home, he created a bed for himself out of the tools and supplies provided for him. Every day he looked at the note that was left in his pocket: Here are supplies given for you to live. Use them wisely. W.I.C.K.E.D is good.
Elliot was unprepared for this adventure. His first night consisted of sleepless hours and darting eyes. Elliot had spent the day scouting the land, trying to find any other form of life that had been dropped there. To his demise, Elliot was alone. He spent several hours plotting the land into the sand to figure out his next move. He stood, at one point, at the opening of the great stone wall in front of him. He peered inside the corridor that lead to God knows what. Elliot was too afraid to walk into the opening, unaware of what might happen if he did. That night, Elliot sat by a small fire he had started in the middle of the pasture. He slept for only a few hours, which was only brought on accidently as he attempted to stay awake the whole night. The loud roaring of the maze doors closing kept him awake for majority of the night but when he finally fell asleep, he wasn’t awakened until the doors roared open again. The next few days, Elliot plotted the land with regions. Plants, water, and crops in one corner; home in another corner, maze plotting behind the homestead. He gave each section of the pasture a purpose. He created a life for himself.
Just short of a month had gone by and Elliot had begun believing he was the only one in the maze. He had seen no end in sight and no possibility of any other life form joining him. Elliot was panicked for those last few days in the month. He was sure someone would have come for him by now, but when no one had, Elliot began plotting his escape. He knew the schedule of the maze, he knew when it would open and when it would close. The last few days of the month where his first trial runs in the maze. Then was when he discovered the insides of the maze. He discovered the maze had more than just the walls to it. The maze had monsters, creatures set out to kill him. The maze had walls that turned and creaked and was different every time he went back in. He knew it’d take him a while to plot the land and then plot his escape indefinitely.
When Elliot finally began feeling comfortable by himself, a month had gone by. He was out by the crops, weeding away the dead plants and weeds when he could hear a loud blaring horn. His head quickly popped out of the greens as he had remembered the noise. He ran over to the box to see it rising with more inside. It was only two weeks ago that more supplies were sent up. Elliot had expected more supplies this time around but was shocked by a body inside the crate. As soon as it stopped, he quickly hopped on top of the metal box and propped open one of the doors for the girl inside. Elliot made eye contact with the girl, “Hi.”
Now, an entire colony joins Elliot and while he sleeps slightly more soundly at night, he waits for the day where answers are given and he is removed from this glade.
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The Glade || August 4th, 2232 || Day 1472
Lot was usually awake before anyone else was. That was part of his being the first-in-command. He needed to scout the land to be sure all was safe for the other Gladers. He’d walk the length of the Glade to be sure that all was going as planned. It was also part of the fact that ever since that first day, Lot has had a tough time actually staying asleep. He usually beat the doors of the maze and was awake before they roared open, waking everyone else up. Earlier in the morning he had walked the length of the Glade, including the forest where many of the past were buried. Lot usually liked to pay his respects to them in the morning – most usually forgot about the deceased shortly after they were gone. While in the forest, Lot came across a fresh blood trail that lead to a body.
Lot had rushed back into the open area of the Glade and woke a few up to join him in the hunt of whatever it was that killed the boy. With him was builder James, medjack Jo, and bagger Xavier, and his right hand lady, Mia. The five of them walked out into the small section of woods that were located in the corner of the Glade. The five stood over the lifeless body of one of the Gladers. His name was Hector. He was fairly new still and very quiet. It looked as though he had been stung by a griever and had returned to the woods to die, alone and quietly. Lot told the crew to take care of it while he and Mia formed a meeting to figure out what to do about the griever issue. He pulled Mia aside and spoke softly so no one else would hear her, “Something is going on here and we need to figure out what it is. I’ve seen grievers by the doors lately,” Lot paused and looked around to see if anyone was listening. When he’d come to realize no one was, he continued, “They’re starting to invade. I’m calling a meeting.”
Lot walked back into the square where he figured all could be within an ear-shot. He called out to the lot of them, “I need all keepers in the meeting hall!” Lot began to walk towards the meeting hall when Xavier stopped him by grabbing his arm. “What are you going to do about Hec?” Lot and Xav met eyes and Lot could see the anger in Xavier’s eyes. “I don’t know yet Xavier. We’re going to try to figure that out now.” Xavier scoffed in his face. “You have no idea what you’re doing, do you?” Lot’s eyes narrowed into Xavier and curled his upper lips in aggravation. “Who the hell does Xavier?” Lot pulled his arm away aggressively and walked into the meeting hall. He knew everyone else had just witnessed that interaction and now all eyes were on Lot and anyone who wasn’t in that meeting was going to be curious as hell as to what was going on. Word was going to travel fast and that’s exactly what he didn’t want. Lot sighed loudly and ran his hand through his hair as he walked to stand in front of all the Keepers called into meeting. “Listen, something is happening out there. We found Hector’s body ripped to shreds in the woods. He got attacked by a griever. We need to figure out what’s going on in the maze.” Lot didn’t know what the rest of them would think about it, but he knew that they needed to send out a group of runners not only to track the maze and plot it, but to discover what was going on with the grievers. “Kane, I need you to send out a group. I think it’d be good to send them out at night. I know we usually don’t do that but I think it’s our only way to figure out what was going on with the grievers and why they’re starting to attack at all hours of the day.” Lot fought to get those words out fast before the room was sent into an uproar. Sending the runners out after the grievers was crazy enough but sending the runners out after the grievers at night! after the doors close! Well, that’s just ludicrous.
The room was left in an uproar and Lot wasn’t sure if he’d be able to grab anyone’s attention to calm everyone down. He looked to Mia and shook his head. He didn’t know what to do at this point. He knew the idea was crazy, but what else was he to do? What else was there to do? In Lot’s mind, nothing. This was their last resort. If he had to go in there himself, he would. He hoped it wouldn’t come down to that honestly, it’s been so long since he’s been in there. He was terrified of the possibility. His gaze stuck to Mia as though he was asking for help.
Lot had rushed back into the open area of the Glade and woke a few up to join him in the hunt of whatever it was that killed the boy. With him was builder James, medjack Jo, and bagger Xavier, and his right hand lady, Mia. The five of them walked out into the small section of woods that were located in the corner of the Glade. The five stood over the lifeless body of one of the Gladers. His name was Hector. He was fairly new still and very quiet. It looked as though he had been stung by a griever and had returned to the woods to die, alone and quietly. Lot told the crew to take care of it while he and Mia formed a meeting to figure out what to do about the griever issue. He pulled Mia aside and spoke softly so no one else would hear her, “Something is going on here and we need to figure out what it is. I’ve seen grievers by the doors lately,” Lot paused and looked around to see if anyone was listening. When he’d come to realize no one was, he continued, “They’re starting to invade. I’m calling a meeting.”
Lot walked back into the square where he figured all could be within an ear-shot. He called out to the lot of them, “I need all keepers in the meeting hall!” Lot began to walk towards the meeting hall when Xavier stopped him by grabbing his arm. “What are you going to do about Hec?” Lot and Xav met eyes and Lot could see the anger in Xavier’s eyes. “I don’t know yet Xavier. We’re going to try to figure that out now.” Xavier scoffed in his face. “You have no idea what you’re doing, do you?” Lot’s eyes narrowed into Xavier and curled his upper lips in aggravation. “Who the hell does Xavier?” Lot pulled his arm away aggressively and walked into the meeting hall. He knew everyone else had just witnessed that interaction and now all eyes were on Lot and anyone who wasn’t in that meeting was going to be curious as hell as to what was going on. Word was going to travel fast and that’s exactly what he didn’t want. Lot sighed loudly and ran his hand through his hair as he walked to stand in front of all the Keepers called into meeting. “Listen, something is happening out there. We found Hector’s body ripped to shreds in the woods. He got attacked by a griever. We need to figure out what’s going on in the maze.” Lot didn’t know what the rest of them would think about it, but he knew that they needed to send out a group of runners not only to track the maze and plot it, but to discover what was going on with the grievers. “Kane, I need you to send out a group. I think it’d be good to send them out at night. I know we usually don’t do that but I think it’s our only way to figure out what was going on with the grievers and why they’re starting to attack at all hours of the day.” Lot fought to get those words out fast before the room was sent into an uproar. Sending the runners out after the grievers was crazy enough but sending the runners out after the grievers at night! after the doors close! Well, that’s just ludicrous.
The room was left in an uproar and Lot wasn’t sure if he’d be able to grab anyone’s attention to calm everyone down. He looked to Mia and shook his head. He didn’t know what to do at this point. He knew the idea was crazy, but what else was he to do? What else was there to do? In Lot’s mind, nothing. This was their last resort. If he had to go in there himself, he would. He hoped it wouldn’t come down to that honestly, it’s been so long since he’s been in there. He was terrified of the possibility. His gaze stuck to Mia as though he was asking for help.