Claiming the sky once again, the sun setted and the moon rose. The teens hid in an old scrap yard under and between metal containers, all crowing round the familiar scent of burning wood.
As Aris walked back to the group he threw more wood into the fire and took a seat next to Athena. "I thought we were supposed to be immune." Minho asked.
"Not all of us, I guess." Teresa replied. Newt once again noticed the anxiousness of Athena whenever the subject is mentioned.
"If Winston can get infected we should assume so can the rest of us." Newt pointed out.
Athena trying her best to ignore the conversation. Ignore the guilt she felt right now. Yes she didn't have Winston's files. The only two people in the files she had where one is dead, and the other was sat right next to her.
"I never thought that I would say it..." Frypan started as a tear fell down his cheek as he stared into the fire, "I miss the Glade." as that statement left his mouth, the other dawned in silence. All thinking of the truthfulness of that. They would be safe. They would be away from the world of chaos. Their friends would still be here.
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Walking through the scorching heat they trudged down yet another sand dune.
Another plain.
Another thousand miles.
Another sandstorm.
Emptying the last of his water, a single drop fell onto his dried out tongue. Frustration taking over his emotions, Minho threw the steel bottle onto the ground away from them.
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Play - Play with Fire by Sam Tinnesz ft. Yacht Money - on repeat
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As the cycle of daylight took place, day became night, once again. The inevitable.
Her back against his chest and his arm around her waist, Newt and Athena, much like the rest of the group, were getting the best sleep they could.
Shifting in his sleep Thomas opened his eyes to see a bright light in the distance. The light of a building. "Hey. Hey." He spoke in his scratched voice. "Get up." He said as he hit Newt on the leg causing him to jolt awake.
"What?" He asked in a panicked but still groggy voice.
"Newt, Athena get up. Come on, let's go. Frypan, Aris." he said as he went around the group waking them.
"Let me sleep!" Athena mumbled still curled up in a ball on the ground.
"I see something." Thomas explained.
"Come on, love. Up ya get." Newt said as he grabbed her hand and pulled her up.
"Woah, what is it?" Minho asked as he looked at the source of light.
"You see that?" Thomas asked. "It's lights"
"We made it." Minho replied.
Suddenly a crack of lightning sounded from behind them. Thunder erupting through the skies. Coming closer and closer.
"Let's go. We gotta go. Come on." Thomas ushered the group. Picking up their bags the group started their journey trying to outrun mother nature.
"Hurry!"
"Go! Run!"
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Different - The Maze Runner: A Newt fanfic
Adventure-Athena- Goddess of Wisdom and Battle Strategy She's always been different. Well that was obvious because she was the first and only girl to ever be in the glade. Her and her friends start to lose hope until they find it in a the new greenie, since...
