Through The Gates Of Hell

Escape, 'Cause Why Not?

Vent crawls in darkness,
Hospital beds hide secrets,
Freedom's laughter rings.

Y/N's P.O.V

"What the shuck..." Thomas breathed as he took in the scene unfolding before him. I could hardly blame him, seeing that I was in a state of similar shock. 

The doctors or scientists or whatever they were called, were transporting freaking hospital beds from who-knows-where to a room accessible only to those with a keycard. But the hospital beds weren't what surprised me. It was the bodies.

Well, I couldn't actually see the bodies, but I assumed that they were. There were human-sized and shaped lumps under the navy blue sheets, so I safely guessed that they were, indeed, human corpses. 

"You've never seen this before?"

"No, I only go into the vents later in the night. The guard patrols are thinner then," I replied, my eyes never leaving the beds. At least 5 were sitting right below us. Then, a dark-skinned woman walked forward, and with a swipe of her keycard, the heavy-set  doors hissed open. The odd group of guards, scientists and beds trouped inside, reappearing after twenty or so minutes. 

However, the lumps under the sheets of the bed were gone.

These set of events only served to heighten my suspicion, and now, I was desperate to get out. But first-

"We have to get in there. We have to see what's in that room," Thomas whispered.

The coast was clear. If I was going to do something, I had to do it now.

"Yes, we do," I said, agreeably, "Let's go."

And with that, I pulled the vent open, and dropped down like a stone, landing soundlessly. Ignoring Thomas' hushed shouts of calling me an absolute lunatic, I marched towards the locked doors purposefully, pulled out a keycard from my jacket pocket, and swiped.

Once more, the doors slid open. I glanced back at Thomas, who had jumped down despite his earlier protestations. He looked at me questioningly. 

"Nicked it," I replied to his unasked question.

"And you weren't caught?" the incredulity in his voice was evident in every syllable of his words. 

I shrugged a fluid shrug, "Johnny isn't one of the smartest guards out there."  

We found ourselves in a sort of antechamber, and were sprayed with some sort of nasty-smelling vapor. Then, a set of doors identical to the ones outside appeared. Steadying myself, I walked forward. What lay beyond made me gasp.

Newt's P.OV

Frypan and Winston were having a hushed conversation, as were Minho and I.

"D'you think we can trust her?" the suspicion against Y/N was evident in both his question and his narrowed eyes. "I mean, she's a cool badass and everything but she just kidnapped our ugly shank and-"

"It's her," I said tiredly. 

Minho's head snapped up. 

"The girl from my bloody vision. It's her. If she was our friend, before the maze and everything, I think we can trust her. I think we should trust her," and I added, cutting off Minho again, "She's probably on our side. She's lost everyone she knows, quite literally, either to WICKED or whatever this is. I don't think she's gonna betray us or anything. She's in the same boat as us."