" 𝐴 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛 "
In which Aife leads her boys to freedom, with the help of a boy named Thomas.
Iғ Yᴏᴜ Aɪɴᴛ Sᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ, ʏᴏU ᴀɪɴᴛ ʜUᴍᴀɴ
丂ㄩ尺ᐯ|ᐯㄖ尺丂
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"A scar means, 'i survived'."
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They cautiously took small steps forward, and turned their heads left and right as they stepped further into the long hall. Everything was dark. The lights were dimmed and further down the left side, they were flickering on and off, sending chills down their spine as they turned themselves on one by one. They could hear the air and water pumping through the large grey pipes that were attached to the wall.
The group of gladers walked slowly down the right side of the hall, some still panting from the previous events.
They came across a door that had a green and red light on the side, the green light was shining brightly. There was a large 'Exit' sign that sat above the door. Frypan furrowed his eyebrows and looked to Winston who wore an incredulous look on his face, "Seriously?" He deadpanned.
"Dramatic as hell and for what." Aife mumbled and rolled her eyes. Her voice was deep and scratchy from her constant yelling.
The group of teens glanced at each other as Aife stepped forwards towards the door, but Thomas put a hand out, signaling for him to go first. He then twisted the doors handle, opening with a loud creak. They all cringed at the sound. He opened the door wider and they slowly walked in, they could hear a faint alarm blaring with yellow lights flashing, there were bodies.
Dead bodies.
Sprawled out on the floor.
Everywhere.
There was blood smeared on the wall from the bullet holes that went through the man. He had been wearing a lab coat. One that was all too familiar to Aife.
They walked further and came across a large glass window and on the other side of it, had tarps over lumps on top of metal tables. There were feet, dangling from under, and blood was seeping through the tarp. Newt glanced at Minho, who grimaced and scrunched his nose up. Newt placed a hand on his shoulder, signaling for him to keep walking. The asian reluctantly turned away.
They stepped over a man who was faced down on the floor with a gun in his limp hand, "What happened here?" Chuck asked, but no one responded. Aife simply shrugged and kept walking, her mouth slightly agape.
They then walked into a large area that had computer screens everywhere, along with more bodies. There were sparks flying from one of the screens, causing Aife to flinch slightly. Aife walked over to one of the tables, it had brain scans, along with footage of the glade. On about three of the computer screens, there was blood smeared all over it, causing the girl to curl her upper lip in disgust as she tried to ignore the chunks in it.
