𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒚 ||Thomas x reader|| 𝓣𝓜𝓡

017- Execute The Plan

Y/n's Pov:

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The reality of it all dawns on me as we run further away from the Glade. Despite its harsh conditions, this place is the only home I have ever known. I've become accustomed to the familiarity of it all, waking up, eating a slightly burnt breakfast from Frypan, running with Minho for the day, and returning for dinner with my friends. It's all going to change if we make it out.

I'm not saying I will miss it, those are only the highlights. The entrapment,  memories being stripped away, friends dying, and the emotional, physical, and mental toll of the situation are far worse than those few bright moments.

My small attachment to this place dissipates as we run closer to freedom. No matter what we find beyond the maze, It'll all be worth it, because every action and decision we make from then on will be our own and not WCKD's. Our lives will no longer be controlled by some sick organization.

I can't wait for us to be free.

And finally, Newt will be happy.

That is- if we make it out of here.

My feet repeatedly hit the neglected concrete floor beneath me. The familiar adrenaline rush washes over me, the same feeling overcomes me every time I run the maze. I'm hoping this will be the last time I'll experience it.

I linger alongside Minho and Newt in the back of our group, leaving Thomas to lead at the front. My chest aches lightly with every limped step Newt takes, although it's not very obvious anymore, I still notice. We had to do a lot of physical therapy for his limp to become less visible. Newt didn't want new greenies asking about it every month. He's come a long way.

"How you holding up blondie" I question.

"Never -ugh- better." He replies, through strained breaths. A light coat of sweat covers his face from the cardio.

He used to be a runner with Minho before I showed up, but that was years ago. I guess now I finally get to run with him as well, for the first and only time.

"Keep it up, we're almost there!" Thomas shouts in encouragement, mostly towards the groups non-runners, who already seem to be exhausted.

A moment later we round a corner, I recognize the doorway to the left as our supposed exit.  Thomas signals for everyone to stop running, triggering our strides to slow down.  We lay flat against the cold concrete wall in silence. Soft growling echoes from the hallway which we need to pass through.

I watch as Thomas peaks his head around the corner and then quickly retreats, his eyes wide. Although I can hear the griever, I'm really just hoping it's not actually there.

Thomas's face says otherwise.

"Is it a griever?" Chuck asks lowly.

"Yeah." Thomas gulps.

"Shit." The young boy whispers as the colour drains from his face.

"You take this Chuck, and stay behind us." Minho hands him the griever device needed to open the exit. He begins to walk towards the back of the group, almost in a daze, his chest rapidly rising and falling.

I lightly grab him by the shoulder and bend down so we're on the same level.

"Hey, you're going to be fine. All you have to do is protect that device. If everything starts to go wrong... I want you to run, and don't stop running until you make it back to the glade okay?"

He nods his head lightly in acknowledgment then opens his mouth once more. "But what about Gally, he's going to kill me if I come back." His voice wavers dangerously, tears lightly brimming in his eyes.