Mystified

Chapter 8

(A/N)
Just realised writing with a bunch of POV's tiring. So I'm gonna try third person POV.

A few of the gladers had to drag Newt out of the Grievers Hole. Seeing Maisie died in front of his eyes was too much to bear.

They walk into the door and found themselves in a narrow hallway. "Right or left?" Chuck asked. Alby pointed to the right. We walk for a few minutes and found a door that said 'Exit' on top of it. "Seriously? " Frypan complaint. Minho turned the door knob slowly and open the door with all his might.

It was another hallway but bigger, there are windows on each side of the walls. It lead into some kind of office. "This is far too easy..." Ivy muttered to herself. "I'm not going in there," Newt stayed in the back of the group. Loosing Maisie was very devastating. She helped all of them escape the cruel maze. "Newt, you have to come. It won't bring her back if you stay here doing nothing," Thomas reassured his friend. He look into Ivy's eyes, seeing her closest friend moving on just like she wanted reassured him a little. He nods.

All of them step inside the larger hallway. The lights flicker, some of them almost fell off. Teresa shrieked as she steps on a pool of blood. "Oh God! Guys, look!" Leigh yelled as she pointed each side of the room beside them. Dead bodies everywhere. Gunshot through the head. "We need to find a way out quickly! " Art walk in front of the group.

As they reach the centre of the room, they look around to the computers surrounding them. "Tom, it all felt familiar, " Teresa whispered to Thomas. He nods as his finger trace the screen. They were all shocked by the sound of beeping.

Then, the computer screen turned on. There was a woman. Probably early 40's. She's wearing a formal grey outfit and a bun hair. "What's going on?" Jeff asked. Alby just shush him.

"Welcome, Subjects. If you are watching this then congratulations. You have completed your first trial. We will need you to prepare for the next. Now I know you are wandering what is happening. Our world is crumbling apart. A virus called the Flares erupted in human society. The person who got infected slowly turning mad. The virus eats your brain cell everytime you use it".

"Not long ago we found out that a few of intelligent children are immune to it. It happened since the sun pulled the earth into it slowly. The world you may remember back then is gone. I don't have much time left. Watch out for mercenaries. Just be careful who's your friend and who's not".

"My name is Ava Paige and remember, WICKED is good!" *bang* She shot herself before some man in black stab her.

She showed some video of the virus. People actually turning into zombies. Thomas look aside at the empty room beside him and found the woman dead body. Leigh was sobbing. "Come on, let's find the door!" Alby ordered.

"You shanks aren't going anywhere," a voice growled. They all turned around to find Gally holding a gun at Thomas's head. "Mate, you better put that bloody gun down," Newt said sternly. Gally shook his head violently. "No! No! WE belong to the maze!" He hissed. He look fucked up.

"Guys, back off, he's been stung!" Minho told. Gally's eyes were bloodshot and his veins popped up to his skin. "Gal, calm down. You just got stung," Jeff said. "NO! You have to listen to me! Thomas is the traitor! You don't belong to their world!" He yelled. He pointed the gun back to Thomas's head. "You have to die," Gally's voice became distant as he pulled the trigger.

Somehow somebody from his back knock him down with a knife handle. "Maisie?" Ivy was shocked in disbelief. She smirk at us, but soon it faded as she look behind her friends.

"Alby...." she muttered. Her friends look behind them as Alby fell to the ground. There was a bullet stuck in his chest. Blood was everywhere. "Alby, I'm so sorry!" Maisie cried as she kneel down. "It's okay...." he smiled to her. Minho and Newt trying their best to close the wound.

"Thomas, would you take care of these shanks for me? They won't survive a day without help," Alby started coughing blood. "No, don't say that. You're okay," Thomas said that mostly to himself. "Just promise me...." his eyes rolled back as it turn white. All the gladers cried.

From the end of the room, another door is being open. A warm wind hit Thomas's face as he taste the sand. A group of man carrying a gun burst in. "Save the children and kill any Wicked staff!" One of the man said. A few of them escorted them outside. Thomas was the last to leave. He wouldn't leave his friend behind. Even a dead one.

"Kid, we gotta go! The place is going to blow up!" The man yelled as another one drag Thomas outside. His body was limp as a noddle. They escorted the gladers into a hovercraft. The gladers were looking at each other, counting how many of them survive. 12.

"How did you escape the grievers?" Newt whispered to Maisie. She put on a sly smile. "I remember everything. There was a turn off button just right under the Grievers stomach," she look up at him. Right after the griever pulled her in she hit her head on some metal and her memories came flooding into her. Memories about Newt and Wicked. "Am I happen to be in your memories?" He look deeply into her eyes. "More than I expected, " she muttered before the world engulfed her with tiredness.

The only thing she remember seeing was a label called 'The Right Arms' on the crates beside her.