It's been over a year. Over a year since the maze trials. Over a year since Chuck and Gally and all your other Glade friends died. The only ones of you left were Thomas, Teresa, Newt, Frypan, Minho and you. You missed them a lot.
Though, you had to push all emotions out for now. You'd just escaped the cranks in that blasted tunnel and were on your way to the city. That would've been different if Brenda and Jorge didn't show up though. Thank God for them. Thank God for surviving all of this though, right? You wondered what it would be like now if he was here. If he was in your arms.
"Hey, Y/n. You alright, love?" Newt patted your shoulder from the front seat, pulling you away from your thoughts. Though, even his soft touch made you jump out of your skin as per usual. God.
"Uh, yeah. I'm fine, Newt. Thanks." You faked a quick smile and pushed his hand away.
Newt was understanding enough to know when you wanted to be alone in your head. He looked away then began talking to Jorge. Then, Thomas announced that you were close to the city.
Returning back to your dissociative state, you began imagining a better life. An impossible life. The hours passed like minutes and before you knew it you had arrived to the outer community that surrounded the fenced city.
As Newt helped you out of the car, you tripped. Another of your pesky traits. Your clumsiness had greatly increased since being shot in the calf during Teresa's betrayal. Well now you and Newt matched.
Before you hit the ground, Thomas caught you. "Got you." He smiled and placed your hand on the parked car so you could regain your balance. "Need any help?" He offered.
Shaking your head, he backed off and the group set off, you and Newt hanging back together. Your leg had began burning after ten minutes of walking through the crowded city. It became a custom for it to start playing up during intense heat and emotion. Sucks to suck.
Newt could sympathise though. Only recently, his had stopped doing that. Three years to go you guess. Behind your group, you heard a siren then lots of shouting. In defence, you raised your hands and only slowly you lowered them when you realised it was only a car.
A car coming right at you. Jorge grabbed the back of your collar quickly and pulled you back ending up with you on your ass looking up at the passers by. "Be careful, Y/n." You heard Jorge instruct from behind you.
However, his voice was distant. You were in your own world. That couldn't be him. Gally? The man in the red mask had disappeared quicker than you could get a proper look at him. What your mind playing tricks on you. Now, that wasn't fair. Not only your body was against you but also your brain.
Thomas and Brenda helped you up but you still looked dazed so they kept your arms tightly over each of their shoulders. You hobbled along the rest of the way until you reach a massive crowd gathered in front of the entryway of the high walls.
"What's this?" Thomas rhetorically asked no one in particular. He released your arm after making sure to you could walk and hurried into the huddled crowd of people.
Too soon, Brenda also ventured deeper into the gang of protesters, leaving you and Newt further behind them all. Newt reassuringly tapped your shoulder.
At least you though it was a reassuring gesture. Newt's face was plastered with concern and he quickly looked around. Following his wary gaze, you saw him. The man you mistook for Gally. You nodded at Newt and he quickly limped over to Thomas and Brenda.
While you kept an eye on the stalker and the other on Newt, who had just about reached Thomas, you were distracted. Someone obviously noticed and bagged you. Closing their hand over your mouth, you weren't able to warn the others but you still tried.
