| The Rejected | The Maze Runner; Gally Fic [x reader ver.]

|chapter•forty|

He took a deep breath and looked around, noticing how pretty much everyone was freaking out at the fact that the Doors hadn't closed at all, and it was safe to say everyone was scared out of their minds about the Grievers.

No one wanted to see one. Especially when the mortality rate was excruciatingly high, just because Thomas killed one it didn't mean the others weren't pissed. And judging by the faded sounds of them screeching in the Maze, they definitely were.

"Okay... Hey, everyone! Calm down!" He screamed as loud as he could, catching the attention of every dude nearby, although they kept fidgeting nervously in place, "Someone go tell the others, the rest come with me!"

He pointed toward the Homestead, where he knew damn well Gally was in and turned around to run into the Deadheads.

"Where are you going?" He heard Billy ask him, the footsteps behind him let him know they were following his orders which he was thankful for, and saw the weapon shed appear behind some trees.

"We need weapons!"

Arguably speaking, he had no authority opening it, but it was a moment of crisis, and instead of spending five minutes undoing the knots, he kicked the door a couple times, exclaiming loud 'shuck's and 'come on's as he did, until it finally fell to the ground with a thump.

He stepped inside and began grabbing every spear there was and handed them out to Billy, who made sure to give them out to the guys behind him.

(M/n) knew damn well what lurked in the Maze, and he knew the Grievers were going to find their way to the Glade, they knew exactly where to go, that's was how their programming worked after all.

When there were no more spears, he gave out a few bows and kept one for himself, along with a quiver with arrows, thankfully every quiver had at least ten arrows, although he was unsure whether that was gonna be enough or not... Only time will tell, really.

"Okay..." He huffed as he stepped out, there were no more long-ranged weapons in the shed, "Gardeners' hut should have things that could be used as weapons, Slicers too... Find them, quick," the couple dudes that had remained empty-handed nodded and ran toward the huts as fast as their legs could.

"(M/n)," Billy placed his hand on his shoulder as he called his name, "Are you okay?" The way his breath was ragged and his body trembling nonstop was the reason why Billy asked, and honestly, (M/n) didn't have an answer to that, so he simply avoided the question.

"We're gonna need light... Find torches and light them up, Billy," frowning, the Keeper nodded sharply and ran somewhere else.

(M/n) took a deep breath and gripped the bow in his hand tighter, pulling an arrow out and getting it ready to fire. He took fast steps to leave the woods, and he saw the rest of the guys running out of the Homestead, which made him sigh, and watched them as they ran to the Doors, staring at them. However, a few seconds later an ear-piercing screech made him tense up again.

He frowned when the sound repeated itself, and he looked around, watching how more Doors to the Maze opened... He didn't even know those were doors...

Something in the back of his mind annoyed him and made him wonder... Were they gonna survive the night?

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"The Doors... They aren't closing..." Gally looked around him for a moment and observed how the others made their way to the Doors, yet he stayed there, unsure of what to do or how to feel.

Even less so when three more Doors seemed to magically open, everything felt very much like Doomsday, which... He didn't enjoy it, exactly.

"Shuck..." He turned around and went back inside the Homestead, ignoring the screams of whoever was calling out to him, he couldn't care at that moment.