Beyond the walls (Newt II Maze Runner)

Prologue

Harper took a deep breathe.  Her small chest expanded, and slowly became smaller as she let out the air.  She was nervous, scared, jittery.  What she was about to do would get her killed, or tortured, or sent to live with the cranks.  Her eyes settled on her surroundings. She looked around her one last time, the dark room held a few white pods, a dusty computer, and a button that would make her job a lot easier.  How she wished she could push the button, she wouldn't even need to enter the maze, or mess up the tests, but she knew WICKED was good to some extent, and they needed the information.  WICKED.  She had left that night while the sorry remains for people watched the screens, their faces gaunt, and skin yellow.  Their eyes glassy, but their hands never stopped scribbling down even the smallest of details.  She had snuck out of the room quietly, making her long trek to the room she was in now.  Boy, was she glad to get out of there, all of the people reeked of hopelessness.  Harper was only brought into WICKED a week ago, when her parents had-

She shivered at the thought, it was still too soon to recount what had happened.  Her mind quickly flipped back to the task at hand, and shook free of any emotions that would hinder the important mission at hand.  She look down at the grapple hook in her grasp.  She chose it out of the supply closet knowing exactly what awaited her, it was Harper's best excuse for a way into the maze, and a weapon if needed.  Harper ran one last mental check list,

-Mirror

-A backpack filled with food

-A watch

-Print outs of WICKED's emails

The first object made her laugh.  It was the first thing she thought of while packing her bag.  She knew the boys had never seen their reflection, and it would give them something to trust her for.  The next two seemed obvious, something she would need even after they left the glade.  The emails were her secret weapon.  If the boys weren't convinced enough to leave with her, they were her backup.  She would show them to the boys, and convince them that WICKED was ruthless, and to leave with her was a better choice than staying until the ending was triggered.

Confirming that she held all of those things in her bag, Harper walked forward, her steps making quiet echoes against the wet cement.  When Harper reached the circle of pale light, she untangled the strong rope, letting it unravel around her feet.  The rough rope scratched her hands as she picked up the hook and began to swing it around like a cowboy.  This would have been a lot more fun if peoples lives weren't in danger, including her own.  The rope kept gaining momentum until Harper finally threw it out of the hole and to the left where the wall of ivy was.  She heard the unmistakable sound the metal made against the hard stone of the wall.  She pulled on the rope, making sure it would hold.  The hook didn't budge, and Harper deemed it safe enough to climb on.  She pulled her body out of the hole, and onto the land.  Although the climb exhausted her whole upper body, Harper knew she had to carry on.  She glanced up at the sky which was a pale purple, as the sun was rising, meaning there would be less grievers.  She gathered her grapple hook, stuffed it into her backpack and took a left out of the cliff area.  Harper already knew the path to the glade from here, she had looked at the maze patterns on the computer screen before she left.  She took two rights, a left, then went straight for a few minutes.  As the sun rose, the day became warmer and Harper found herself removing her sweatshirt so she was left in a dark grey tank top.  The smell of sweat, animal poop, and fresh eggs filled her nose as she took her final turn.  She heard the rumble of the doors as they began to separate.  She smiled, knowing that all the runners stood at the doors while they opened, they were in for a surprise today.  Harper continued her leisurely walk as the doors opened.  Confused looks, and loud shouts were all directed at Harper.  She walked until she was right onto the grass of the glade, "Good morning Gladers".