*WARNING* If you haven't read Book I, please read it before this one!
(y/n)'s out of the maze, or so she thought.
Memories of the past come back to her in her sleep. When she wakes up in a strange, unfamiliar place far from the maze, she's instantl...
Think of Bertha (their car) as a merge between (what are these cars even called man i have no idea)
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because imma be honest with you i don't know how they fit seven people in that ^^ like were some of them just lying down in the back
anyways-
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Giggling softly, I grab Minho's hand and we run down the hallway together. Following the retreating sounds of the others' footsteps, we turn down a different flight of stairs, finally exiting out the back door.
A dingy alley greets us, smelling of garbage and rats. I drop Minho's hand immediately, bringing my hand up to my nose instead to try and block out some of the smell, trying not to gag.
Jorge lets out a small cry of triumph, suddenly swiping keys out of his jacket as he heads towards some kind of heavily reinforced four-wheel drive. The car has a pair of animal horns attached to the front, giving off an overall intimidating feel.
"Where'd you get those keys from?" I ask Jorge, nodding towards the car keys.
"Took them from Marcus while he was crying." He lets out a scoff at the memory.
Jorge walks up to the vehicle, inspecting it.
"Alright, we have nine people, five can squeeze in the car, four can sit in the open. I'm driving, the rest of you sort yourselves out." Without another word, Jorge slips in the driver's seat and slams the car door shut.
The rest of us look at each other.
"I call shotgun," me and Newt say at the same time. I laugh at the coincidence.
Newt turns his puppy eyes on me.
"Aw, don't look at me like that. Sure, you can have the front seat. I'll sit out the back." Reaching out to ruffle his hair, I walk up to the back of the car and swing myself over, landing with a thump.
A moment later, I'm joined by Teresa and Brenda. Another moment later, a grumbling Thomas joins us.
