Our protagonist wakes up in a metal box that seems to be moving. Dontcha hate it when that happens?
He figures out that it's probably an elevator. (Phew, that's a relief. It could've been something far more nefarious.)
We find out that his name is Thomas… But that's all that he can remember about his life. He can picture things like snow falling, eating a hamburger, or swimming in a lake, but he can't remember his family, or even where he came from.
After what feels like hours but is really only about thirty minutes, the elevator stops dead. Angry that he has no idea what's going on, Thomas screams "Someone…help…me!" (1.15).
The elevator opens from the ceiling, and he hears a bunch of boys saying weird things—almost taunting him. What a friendly welcome.
When his eyes adjust to the light, Thomas realizes that all the voices belong to boys—a group of teenage boys to be exact.
The boys lower a rope for him, and he gets pulled up out of the dark box. Understandably, Thomas is pretty scared. Vurp-level scared (you know, a vurp: when you feel like you're gonna burp but a little bit of puke hits the back of your throat instead).
As they're hauling him out, a boy says "Nice to meet ya, shank […] Welcome to the Glade." Cue tympani drums and majestic orchestral music while the opening credits roll.