You had been in the glade for about two years, being a keeper of med jacks. Being the only woman in the maze. Being friends with almost everybody.

And after you’d all escaped the maze somehow, you’d all been promised a safe space, by someone called Janson running the facility. Every week they took eleven to twelve kids to a ‘safe haven’.

But little did you all know it was W.C.K.D.’s plan still, that you’d not really escaped. And the ‘safe haven’ was really people being mindlessly strung up and monitored like brain dead idiots.

You were never one to sit around and no nothing, especially when you didn’t trust the people who were supposedly looking after them. So when you were caught snooping around in unauthorised areas the guards didn’t take it too lightly, basically torturing you, before throwing you back into your room at sundown.

You groaned slightly, as you sat up. What kind of ‘safe’ and ‘helpful’ facility tortured people after finding them in one unauthorised room.