I had another idea for a Maze Runner fanfict, tell me what you think.

I woke up with a jolt. It was dark, and I couldn't see anything. I can't remember anything. I wracked my head, trying searching for any memory. I can't remember my family. Who am I? Emilie. That's the name that pops into my head. That's my name. Emilie. It sound familiar, yet not at the same time. Why can't I remember any bloody thing? I started crying. Tears formed and slowly trickled down my face. I was caught in confusion of trying to then figure out what I look like. I felt my face, but it didn't help. It was too dark to see, but I have long hair. I can't tell the color though. Stop being pathetic Emilie. I wiped the tears from my face and tried to figure out where I was. I felt around the metal walls. I was in some kinda metal box, and I'm moving upwards.

Suddenly the box stopped. Light flooded into it and I put my head to my face shielding my eyes from the sun. My eyes eventually adjusted and I squinted looking at the scene around me. There stood about forty to fifty boys, not one girl in sight. I am in a metal box ten feet under the ground. I look to see a blonde haired boy standing in front of me. He looks at me with a surprised look on his face. He asks in a British accent much like my own,

"Emilie?"