They escaped the maze. They were safe. Or were they, really? The world was scorched, sand everywhere, buildings broken down, creatures hunting their prey... all while the sun scorched down on them. When they find out they really weren't safe, Y/n an...
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There were other mazes.
The sounds of chattering voices could be heard all around in a cafeteria area of the building the group had been running into after leaving the helicopter they came on once escaping their maze. The adding sounds of glasses clinking together, utensils hitting plates while teenagers were placing their cups of liquid down onto the table could be heard as they all ate the food they had been given and picked out eagerly. Guards could be seen standing around the cafeteria, keeping an eye on the many teenagers around the room, weapons by their sides in case of anything.
Thomas found himself sitting in between Newt and Minho, elbows resting on the top of the table as he and the rest of his group listened to two boys from another maze tell them about the time they had escaped their own maze. None of the boys had seen Teresa or Y/n ever since both had been separated from them, clearly showing that the two girls had to get some more tests run on them. This only made Thomas fear for what they were doing to his girl, having seen her when the man had been leading her somewhere else and away from him.
"And there was this big, loud explosion, and these guys came out of nowhere. Started shooting up the place." One of the boys continue.
"It was intense." The other boy adds.
"They pulled us out of the maze and brought us here." The other finishes.
"What about the rest?" Newt questions, making them look at him. "The other people left behind in the maze, what happened to them?"
The boy shakes his head, shrugging. "I don't know. I guess WICKED still has them."
"How long you guys been here?" Newt asks after sharing a glance with Thomas.
"Not long. Just a day or two. That kid over there..." The boy begins as he looks over his shoulder, causing them to follow his gaze to see a boy sitting at a table all by himself. "...has been here the longest. Almost a week."
"His maze was nothing but girls." The other boy tells them.
Minho raises a brow. "Really?"
One of them shrugs. "Some guys have all the luck."
The sound of a familiar voice suddenly echoing throughout the cafeteria had caught everyone's attention as the many groups of teenagers all around quieted down, turning to face the said voice. Thomas narrowed his eyes at the sight of Janson, brows furrowing as he wondered what was happening.
"You all know how this works. If you hear your name called, please rise in an orderly fashion, join my colleagues behind me where they will escort you to the eastern wing. Your new lives are about to begin." Janson announces.
This has most of the teenagers in the cafeteria to clap as they look at each other excitedly before their eager eyes look back to the man. The new group watches and listens as he calls out some names, the people being picked high-fiving their friends with happy smiles before they headed to the front. When Janson closed the book he had, the people that weren't picked groaned, clearly showing that they wished they had been picked.
