The Forgotten Runner

You were the second Glader. Not a builder, not a cook—a Runner. You volunteered beside Alby, unwilling to let him face the Maze alone. You ran like you were born to it—fast, focused, near flawless.

But then you vanished.

One week before Newt arrived, you didn’t come back. The Maze swallowed you whole.

Alby searched. Waited. But days passed, and nothing came. No body. No clue. Just silence. He kept your existence a secret—buried it deep. Maybe to protect you. Maybe to protect himself. No one knew a girl had ever been in the Maze before.

The Shock

Then Theresa arrived.

The first girl, they all said. The only girl.

Until a month later… the Maze opened again. But there was no Box. No alarm. Just you—staggering through the gates, bruised and breathless. Everyone froze.

You weren’t a memory. You weren’t a myth.

You had survived.