Seperation // Gally x Reader

Chapter Seven - Escape

Y/n's POV

We slither through the vents with a hasty desperation. Once we weave through the tunnels, we pop open the vent, clambering out and franticly pushing ourselves back onto our feet. "Thomas!" Minho calls as they crowd around us. "We gotta go. We gotta go right now." Thomas replies, repeating it over and over. He dashes around the room, collecting small bundles of supplies.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Minho asks, peering at Aris and I for some explanation. "What do you mean, 'we gotta go'?" Newt adds. "They're coming. Come on. We gotta go." He replies. To them, he must look completely insane. Aris and I begin helping, collecting what little gear we have and slinging it into small bags and packs.

The others keep trying to leech information out of Thomas, but he keeps replying about the people who are coming for us. "Aris, what happened?" Minho asks, moving over to us. He doesn't answer. Newt tries to get Thomas to calm down, and finally, he manages to string a sentence together. "She's still alive."

"Who's she? Teresa?" Fry queries. "Ava." Thomas replies, binding the door together with one of the bed sheets. "Ava? Will you just turn around and talk to us?" Newt says. "It's WICKED! It's still WICKED, it's always been WICKED!" He pulls mattresses off of beds, and flings them against the door. Finally, the others begin to help him.

"Thomas." Newt says sternly, blocking him against the door. "What did you see?" He asks, flicking a quick sideward glance at Aris and I, who have been packing in silence. "They're coming, we gotta go. I'll explain it all later." He says, his words slurring with haste. Newt nods and we all clamber into the vents, speeding away from the deserted room.

"So, what's your plan?" I whisper to Thomas. He was leading the pack with Newt and I close behind. Aris had taken the flank to make sure everyone gets through. His head slowly turned towards me. With his eyes wide, he spits back, "My plan? My plan was to follow your plan!" That was it. That was the moment I realised just how completely screwed we were.

Somehow, he manages to navigate through the vents just fine, and we crawl out into one of the uniform hallways. We're about to move ahead, but Aris holds up. "You guys go ahead. There's something I gotta do."

"What are you talking about?" Thomas asks. "Trust me, it's important. You guys wanna get out of here, right? Just go." He murmurs. I look down at his hand and spy the keycard I'd stolen earlier. I nod at Thomas and then turn to face the group. "Someone go with him." Winston volunteers and the rest of us run forward.

"You sure we can trust this kid?" Minho asks me, but I scoff and drop further back into the group. Instead, Thomas replies. "You don't wanna know where we'd be without him." We turn a corner and run into none other than Doctor Crawford. She jumps a little when she notices us, and then just stares at us suspiciously for a few seconds.

"What are you kids doing out?" She asks. I probably could've lied my way out of this one, but just as she finished her sentence, loud, blaring alarms began to ring, accompanied by flashing orange lights. For some stupid reason, Thomas decides to hold her hostage. We drag her along, forcing her to lead us to wherever Teresa is.

I stand on the other side of them, which for some reason gives her the impression that she has the right to talk to me. "Y/n? What are you doing?" I scoff slightly. "What do you think we're doing? We're getting the fuck out of here."

"That's not smart. Not in your conditio-" I cut her off, "Being shot has nothing to do with it. I'd rather have a bullet in my stomach than have tubes sticking out of my body. Now shut up and lead the way." She falls silent, and I pick up my pace, eager to get out of here.

Footsteps echo through the hallway, chasing us. Perhaps this was good, it gave us an advantage. Since the guards are such hard-footed knuckleheads, they don't exactly tread lightly, and it makes it quite a lot easier to know which coast is clear. We take a sharp left and are met by a single man, who begins shooting small electric rays in our direction. They just manage to miss us, and we're all ready to sprint away.