I can tell you about it, if you really want to know? At this point I don't think there are too many secrets left in this place. I grew up in an institution called WICKED, after the world I lived in suffered a cataclysmic sun-scorch. There weren't enough resources to go around, so WICKED released a pathogen into the world, called The Flare. It decimated what was left of our civilization and turned those affected into what I've heard referred to here as zombies.
We...the kids...were taken to a Glade in the middle of a giant maze. It was a test. Of our resilience and also to weed out the best of us, in order to use those of us that survived to find a cure for The Flare. It was all boys, all together. Minho, who's also around here somewhere, became our leader being the fastest and strongest of us. I became his second. It was a lot of pressure and relied on showing no weakness.
Here it feels like I can finally breathe. I don't know what it really means to be me here, though I'm learning a bit at a time.
Thank you, for letting me sound off, and the advice I'll take to my heart. After living in my world it's sometimes hard to trust people, but I'm learning.