I jolted awake, shivering. "Where am I?" I wondered out loud. Looking around, I tried to take in my surroundings, but it was pitch black. The air was stale, forcing me to take shallow breaths. I stood up slowly, one hand resting on my churning stomach and one on the wall. Judging by the way it felt, I was going up. I walked the perimeter of the area, bumping into boxes and cloth bags. Back in my corner, I sank to the floor. I was in a cold, metal box with stale air. I stood up again, determined to figure out what was exactly in here with me.

Before I could take a step, the box lurched to a stop. I was thrown back to the floor, banging my head on something sharp on the way down. I groaned, throwing one arm over my eyes-which were squeezed shut-as the top of the box opened and warm light flooded in. There was fresh air, and I sucked it into my lungs. Seconds later, I heard a thud and a shadow blocked the light from hitting my face.

Peeking one eye open, I was shocked to find an attractive boy inches away from my face. I quickly shut my eye, but not before I saw a soft smile form on the boy's lips.

"It's a girl." He called back to someone in an astonished voice. And oh, he had the most adorable accent. I heard a lot of low murmuring and risked another peek before shutting my eyes at the sheer brightness of the day. I saw a lot of boys standing in a circle around the box opening when I opened my eyes in that brief moment, and I opened my eyes again when the shadow fell over me, and I looked up at the boy.

"Name's Newt, Greenie." I almost smiled, then realized that I couldn't remember anything. However, this boy...this boy seemed familiar. I know I saw him before. I had a brief flash of him being this close to me before, closer even. I closed one eye and cocked my head, trying to think, but I couldn't remember.

Holding out one hand, he helped me up. I was fine for about five seconds, then he had to catch me. I almost crumpled to the ground; my head hurt really bad where I had hit it. I dimly heard another voice telling everyone to go back to work. I gasped and held my hand to the back of my head.

"Hey, what's wrong?" The boy-Newt-said. I shook my head, and he removed my hand from my head. Seeing the blood, he quickly and gently pushed my hair aside and inspected whatever I did to it.

"It hurts." I managed out, and he nodded. Swaying on my feet, he picked me up, bridal style and handed me off to another boy.

"Alby, take her to the med-jacks. Quickly." The new guy nodded and jogged towards a hut. With half-closed eyes, I watched as he opened the door and carried me to a bed. He tried to be gentle, but he dropped me onto the bed, causing me to cry out in pain, then black out.

I woke up gasping for air. There was someone in a chair next to me, and I looked around for a potential weapon. Spying a needle on the table, I reached over and grabbed it, hiding it under the covers as the boy woke up. I didn't know where I was, but I was going to find out.

"You're awake. How are you feeling?" He had a soft voice, but that just put me even more on edge. I didn't trust soft-spoken people, the one exception being the boy that jumped down into the box. It was...Newt, right? That sounded right.

"I want to see Newt." I told him, staring into his eyes. He ran a hand through his hair before responding.

"I'm sorry, I can't do that."

"And why not?"

"Because I can't. If you don't like it, talk to Alby." There that name was again. It was slowly coming back to me. The cold box, hitting my head, a muscular black boy carrying me here and setting me on the bed. I whipped out the needle and held it as if it were a knife.

"I told you, I want to see Newt. And I really don't want to use this on you." He backed away, eyes on my makeshift weapon. Inclining his head to a boy that just walked in the door, he whispered,

"Go get Newt. And tell him to hurry, the Greenie wants to see him." I didn't like the way this boy said 'Greenie.' He wasn't as nice as Newt was.

It couldn't have been more than a couple minutes when Newt burst into the shack, the other boy trailing on his heels.

"Greenie, what are you doing?" he yelled. I didn't like when he yelled, and I wanted him to stop. My head still hurt, but I wasn't about to put the needle down. I glared at him as he walked up to me.

"Newt, sit in that chair." I pointed the needle at the chair that the first boy was in. He hesitated, then sat down. I breathed a silent sigh of relief that he actually listened to me, and set the needle on the bed, inches away from my hand, in case I needed to snatch it up.

"Three questions. What's going on? Where am I? And why can't I remember anything?" I folded my arms across my chest as I shifted so I was sitting on the edge of the bed, facing him. Newt let out a sigh.

I don't know why you can't remember anything. None of us can. The only thing that any of us remember is our name. As for where you are, you're in the maze. We don't know who sent us here, or why we're here. We just try to survive." I raised an eyebrow at his explanation. However stupid it seemed, it was the only thing I had to go on, so I decided to just go with it.

"You say that you remember your names, right?" I asked, and Newt nodded. "Then why can't I remember mine?" He sighed.

"It'll come eventually. I remembered mine on my third day here. Some people remember theirs as soon as the box opens, sometimes before. Minho didn't remember his until he was knocked upside his shuck head by Gally." I frowned. Two more names I would have to remember.

"Is that Minho?" I asked, pointing at the boy who had sat next to me as I slept. Newt laughed, drawing a resistant grin from me.

"No, Minho is out in the maze right now. You'll have the chance to meet him later."

"Hmm." I laid back down, giving Newt the needle and trusting him that he wouldn't kill me while I slept. "I'm going to go back to sleep now."

"Ok Greenie. Let me know when you remember your name."

I was nearly asleep when a single thought pierced through my brain. "Jamie." I whispered. Newt sat straight up and looked me dead in the eye.

"What did you say?"

"Jamie. My name is Jamie." I managed out, before sinking into the black abyss that was unconsciousness.