The Girl Glader (Updated, edited and revised version)

Time to Escape

Y/n's POV

As soon as the words leave Chuck's mouth, I am moving towards the Homestead, needing to see my brother. I stumble, pain shooting through my back and Newt catches me. Carefully placing my arm around his shoulder, I gain my balance as he supports me towards the Homestead.

"Easy there." He whispers as Chuck leads the way. We enter the Homestead to see Thomas sitting on the edge of the bed. Newt hesitates before saying, "Tommy?"

"I did this Newt." Thomas says quietly. I look up at Clint and Jeff, only to see Minho there too. Minho shrugs, unable to shed light on what Thomas is talking about. "I did this." He whispers and something clicks in my mind.

I remember us running through the halls and him telling me how important he was to them; the Creators. I remember him turning his back on me as they took me away from him to send me here. He worked for them. He worked WITH them, running tests, watching us die.

"You put us here." I state simply. "You are the reason we are in this hellhole. You turned your back on us; your friends." I pause. "Your family." I add.

"I-I'm so so sorry." He says, voice cracking. "I thought I was doing what was right." I slowly move onto the bed beside him, Newt helping me sit down.

"Thomas, stop. Okay? Just stop. I remember. And I remember how much you loved us. I remember how young we were. They manipulated you, okay? You were too young to really know what was happening."

"She's right, Tommy." Newt says. Minho scoffs.

"When isn't she?" He rolls his eyes and we all chuckle.

"The people we were before the Maze," Newt begins.

"Don't matter." I finish.

"Exactly." Chuck pipes up, earning mumbles of agreement from Clint and Jeff.

"What does matter, is who we are and what we do, right now." Newt says. Thomas looks at us, a sad look on his face.

"Thanks guys."

"So, now that Thomas is awake, does that mean we can get the show on the road now?" I ask. Minho throws his hands up in exasperation.

"Do you never take a break?" He asks. I point to the bed I am currently sitting on.

"I'm taking a break right now. Look, I'm sitting." He rolls his eyes.

"You know what I mean."

"I just don't see why we can't go now, instead of waiting for nightfall."

"Nightfall means there should be less Grievers where we need to go." Newt explains. I nod, acknowledging what he says.

"I acknowledge that you guys have made a decision, but seeing as how it is a stupid decision, I've elected to ignore it." I state, gesturing around us. "Do you realize what time it is? The Doors would usually be shutting by now, Frypan would be calling us for dinner." As if on cue, Frypan starts calling the Gladers. "Told you."

"I guess we should go grab the weapons now. And make sure to grab extra food." Newt says. Minho takes off, probably to the Map room for weapons. Newt and Thomas get up and grab some sheets to carry food in, quickly making their way to the kitchen to grab some. Once they leave, I turn to Clint and Jeff.

"Grab as much as you can from in here." I order. "Bandages, pain killers, disinfectants, whatever you can find. Put it into a pillow case." I grab every bottle I see and run outside. Filling them up with water, I see Minho carrying weapons and Newt getting the other Gladers ready by the Door. Of course, there are some who don't want to go and would rather take their chances here in the Glade. I bring the waters to the Gladers and distribute them, handing one to Winston, Chuck, Thomas, Newt, Fry, Alby and a few others, making sure they are safe and secure. Minho distributes the weapons, handing a machete to me and Newt distributes the food.