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Maze runner
He
began
his
new
life
standing
up
,
surrounded
by
cold
darkness
and
stale
,
dusty
air
.
Metal
ground
against
metal
;
a
lurching
shudder
shook
the
floor
beneath
him
.
He
fell
down
at
the
sudden
movement
and
shuffled
backward
on
his
hands
and
feet
,
drops
of
sweat
beading
on
his
forehead
despite
the
cool
air
.
His
back
struck
a
hard
metal
wall
;
he
slid
along
it
until
he
hit
the
corner
of
the
room
.
Sinking
to
the
floor
,
he
pulled
his
legs
up
tight
against
his
body
,
hoping
his
eyes
would
soon
adjust
to
the
darkness
.
With
another
jolt
,
the
room
jerked
upward
like
an
old
lift
in
a
mine
shaft
.
Harsh
sounds
of
chains
and
pulleys
,
like
the
workings
of
an
ancient
steel
factory
,
echoed
through
the
room
,
bouncing
off
the
walls
with
a
hollow
,
tinny
whine
.
The
lightless
elevator
swayed
back
and
forth
as
it
ascended
,
turning
the
boy
's
stomach
sour
with
nausea
;
a
smell
like
burnt
oil
invaded
his
senses
,
making
him
feel
worse
.
He
wanted
to
cry
,
but
no
tears
came
;
he
could
only
sit
there
,
alone
,
waiting
.
My
name
is
Thomas
,
he
thought
.
That
...
that
was
the
only
thing
he
could
remember
about
his
life
.
He
did
n't
understand
how
this
could
be
possible
.
His
mind
functioned
without
flaw
,
trying
to
calculate
his
surroundings
and
predicament
.
Knowledge
flooded
his
thoughts
,
facts
and
images
,
memories
and
details
of
the
world
and
how
it
works
.
He
pictured
snow
on
trees
,
running
down
a
leaf-strewn
road
,
eating
a
hamburger
,
the
moon
casting
a
pale
glow
on
a
grassy
meadow
,
swimming
in
a
lake
,
a
busy
city
square
with
hundreds
of
people
bustling
about
their
business
.
And
yet
he
did
n't
know
where
he
came
from
,
or
how
he
'd
gotten
inside
the
dark
lift
,
or
who
his
parents
were
.
He
did
n't
even
know
his
last
name
.
Images
of
people
flashed
across
his
mind
,
but
there
was
no
recognition
,
their
faces
replaced
with
haunted
smears
of
color
.
He
could
n't
think
of
one
person
he
knew
,
or
recall
a
single
conversation
.
The
room
continued
its
ascent
,
swaying
;
Thomas
grew
immune
to
the
ceaseless
rattling
of
the
chains
that
pulled
him
upward
.
A
long
time
passed
.
Minutes
stretched
into
hours
,
although
it
was
impossible
to
know
for
sure
because
every
second
seemed
an
eternity
.
No
.
He
was
smarter
than
that
.
Trusting
his
instincts
,
he
knew
he
'd
been
moving
for
roughly
half
an
hour
.
Strangely
enough
,
he
felt
his
fear
whisked
away
like
a
swarm
of
gnats
caught
in
the
wind
,
replaced
by
an
intense
curiosity
.
He
wanted
to
know
where
he
was
and
what
was
happening
.
