Dark Paradise (Thomesa)

"Can't be wrong"

Thomas' P.O.V

I pulled the handle of the large blue door and it creaked open.

When I stepped inside, there was nothing but an empty room with broken computers and shattered glass, much similar to the room we found after we broke out of the maze.

I took slow steps, careful not to step on any glass.

"What the hell happened here?" I mumbled to myself.

I turned around and signalled for the others to follow me inside.

The room was quite large.

On the left side, the were rows of computers, and and glass screens with bullet holes through it.

The right side had a large counter that I couldn't quite see over.

I approached the counter, unsure what could be behind.

When I reached it, I peaked over and was nauseated by what I had seen.

There were 3 dead people pulled on top of one another. They were armed, and it was evident they had been part of the fight that must've gone on in here earlier.

"There are 3 dead people here. They're armed," I went around the counter and picked up a .45 caliber and examined it.

"I say we take the guns and kill every bastard in this building."

Minho, Teresa and a few other immunes came around the counter and got as much guns and ammo that was available.

"If you have a gun, stay in the front. Those without guns, stay near somebody who does." I ordered.

"He's right. We don't know what's up ahead, so we better be prepared." Teresa added.

"Follow me." I said before taking off in the direction ahead.

As I walked along further, muffled voices seemed to be coming from behind the corner.

"If you hear gun fire, follow me." I whispered to the immunes behind.

I turned back around and walked slowly.

This is what I wanted to do. This isn't who I am, but WICKED made us all who we don't want to be. In this case, this isn't wrong, because we are getting back the reason for all this.

If WICKED didn't create the stupid maze, stupid scorch trials, and stupid paradise trials, none of this would've happened.

This is what they get, this is what they deserve.

My gun was at my side, as my back was pressed against the wall. I counted to 3 and in a swift motion, I turned the corner.

There was a group of WICKED members sitting along a long, narrow table discussing something.

At that moment I was enraged as I thought about how these people voluntarily killed so many of my people.

By now they had noticed I was standing there, and they began to panic.

I pulled the trigger of my .45 caliber, and I knew the rest of the immunes would be joining me soon.

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