It’s an aggravatingly nice day.

You arrived last night, even after WCKD’s promise of Theresa being the last Glader and the supplies that came with her being the last drop. You were scared out of your mind, surrounded by boxes and bags, and as soon as the lid lifted you tried running. You didn’t get very far.

You’re still sitting in the Box, the sun beating down on you as the rest of the Glader finally wake up to start their day. You hear everyone walking around, the occasional head peeking over the edge to look at you. You don’t move and you don’t speak, sitting with your knees against your chest.

Someone clears their throat, their form casting a shadow on you. You look up before quickly glancing away. It was one of the boys from last night, the one who tried to pull you out of the Box even after you tried biting him. He sighs, trying again. “Hey. How you feeling?”

You don’t reply, trying to avoid eye contact. You didn’t know who you are, you didn’t know where you were. You just wanted to go home. Wherever that happens to be.

The boy sighs, climbing down into the box with you. “I should’ve introduced myself last night,” he sticks a hand out. “I’m Thomas,” You look up at him this time, your face getting hot. He was cute. Handsome. Beautiful, even, yet it didn’t do anything to soothe your fears. “I know you’re scared but come on, we gotta get you some food. Maybe some clean clothes too.”

He keeps his hand extended, his eyes on you.