A scintillating light hinders my vision, only subsiding once my hand creates a pathetic shelter above my eyes. It's difficult to make out what was inhabiting the room in front of us as everything was still slightly blurred, but a repulsing smell of immaculate cleanliness creeps its way into my nose that takes it with a discomforted scrunch.
The room in front of us is surprisingly dark once our eyes settle. It's lined with rows of slightly decaying metal pipes. We file into the hallway, all awaiting the guidance for our escape. A sharp clicking noise echoes towards us, and as we turn our heads, a string of lights begins to turn on, travelling past us. It seems to get longer and longer, looking almost endless.
"Should we go down there?" Thomas asks, looking clueless as per usual. "Fuck no, we don't know where that goes." I reply, exasperated. For all we knew, that passage could lead us straight back into the Glade. "There's no other path, come on." Minho says, pushing me forward and to the front of the pack. I reluctantly begin walking down, keeping my knuckles in tight fists, and my senses aware. I turn my head and stick my tongue out at him before moving further down the passage.
We make the journey in agonising silence, no one daring to speak. One word could lead to a conversation, and that was something that we were all trying to avoid.
We slow down as I turn a corner and notice a vibrant green light. Beside it, a secure metal door with three slits that act as windows into the room on the other side. Lying above the two, was a fucking exit sign. I start laughing in disbelief, because what the actual hell. They send us to die but feel kind enough to give us a stupid, tiny sign that illuminates our escape.
"Seriously?" Frypan asks, tilting his head towards me with a matching expression. None of us reply, especially when Thomas moves forward, as though he's about to push open the enigmatic door. Tentatively, he reaches for the conveniently placed handle, and presses down, the rest of us waiting in suspense.
An alarm beeps quietly, but we're all too fixated on Thomas leading us to our potential freedom. He rests a hand further upward, lying across the three grates, and pushes. In an instant, another wave of the pungent smell of over-sanitation worms into my nose, prodding uncomfortably with each breath.
The lights are flickering, a lingering effect of the layer of fog that lay blanketed across the establishment. Bodies lay lifeless against walls and on floors, all wearing fresh lab coats and smart shoes. It seemed to be a smaller room with large glass doors that led to another one, much larger in comparison, that held techy screens and wires.
Thomas steps inside, the rest of us following behind like a line of ants. I initially place my hands over my ears to drown out the blaring alarms, but my arms fall to my sides after a few seconds.
Terror takes refuge in my expression as I gaze to my left, a body slumped against the wall with a crimson splash adorning the material behind it. We push past them, finding more with every window that we peer through. Each cadaver seems to have been killed with a single shot, varying in position.
"What happened here?" Winston queries, but once again, no one answers. We move through shattered glass, arriving in the further-reaching room with the machinery. The bright holographic screens were confusing and headache inducing, flashing bright blues and oranges with some sort of statistics.
The roof above was sparking small ticks of bright orange embers that danced carelessly onto the ground in order to be extinguished. In the centre of the room was a platform, glass encasing it on two sides. We file in, all exploring different monitors.
The first one I come across is showing scenes of our life the day before. The grievers, the pillaging of the Glade, the boys who died. I click an arrow key that points to the left, and the video rewinds. They had been watching us this whole time. Even before my arrival, they had been observing the boys' every movement.
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Jealousy // Gally x reader
Fanfiction"You could have anyone you want, why would you want to be with me?" - Jealous, Eyedress This book follows the story of Gally and y/n (you) on their journey as they fall in love. It blends the storyline of Maze Runner books and movies, straying more...
