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𝕾𝖚𝖇𝖏𝖊𝖈𝖙 𝕱𝖎𝖑𝖊𝖘

𝕊𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝔽𝕠𝕣 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣:
𝕀'𝕞 𝕃𝕠𝕤𝕥
𝔼𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤

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As Frypan drove along slowly, the gravel crunching beneath the tires of the car, I found myself thinking about Anna again. Why wasn't she in the maze too? Is she immune too or not? Do WCKD still have her? Who's side is she on?

My thoughts were interrupted. "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Newt warned Frypan from behind us. My mind was brought back to the tunnel we were driving down, I stared ahead, looking at the reason we had stopped. A crank.

He gargled and made other horrible noises as he stood a few metres in front of the car. His bones bent awkwardly as he turned to look at the car, he didn't seem ready too attack just yet.

Frypan looked behind him at Thomas and Newt, looking concerned. I stared at the crank, It made me wonder. If Minho hadn't speared Gally, would he be like that now too? I still don't understand it all.

Gally was immune, I knew that for a fact because I remember reading about it on WCKD's database once we escaped...

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191 days ago

We reached the end of the corridor, coming to a door. It all seemed much too easy, really. Thomas was the first to reach out, twisting the door handle and pushing the door open slowly. As the door opened we were greeted by a flashing orange light and an alarm blaring.

Chuck squeezed my hand as we walked through the door way, following shortly behind the others. As we walked down the corridors, I felt uncomfortable at the glass crunching beneath our feet. I heard a few short-lived gasps as the small gaggle in front of us stopped for a moment.

I peered though the gaps between people to see what they were looking at- through a glass window lay two bodies, sprawled out on metal surgical tables. They were both presumed dead as a blanket soaked in blood covered each of them. They lay still- lifeless.

I couldn't let Chuck see that, so I made sure to try and shield his eyes from what I could. As we continued to walk, there were only more and more dead bodied aligned along the corridor, blood running down the walls where people had been shot.

We walked down the corridor a little while longer, I noticed how scared Chuck had looked, though he'd tried to hide it. I gripped his hand tighter, offering some sort of reassurance; a pathetic attempt at consolation.

We came to a pair of glass doors, we stepped through them, being lead to the centre of the lab. Smoke leaked from the metal pipes above us and electric sparks spat at us from the stray wires that hung over our heads.

Broken screens flickered, they displayed multiple charts and accounts of the maze, what we've been through, who we are and most importantly answers; who put us here and why. We all gathered around screens, all trying to gather anything we could.

Chuck wandered off with Thomas, looking at some charts on a bigger screen. I walked over to a tablet laid out on a desk, displaying blue writing, tabs and charts, pressing different buttons until something appeared on the screen.

SUBJECT A14

A small picture of myself was displayed on the screen, along with a section of writing. It read as follows.