They flee
Out of the helicopter
Are we really free?
They can't help but wonder.
They meet Janson, Aris, and probably more
Though Teresa is the one they seem to adore.
She's taken away from her friends,
No one knows how this could end.
This place is something Thomas doesn't trust.
So proof of evil actions is a must.
The group escapes, a wasteland to cross,
But with every step, they count each loss.
The sun burns bright, in the Scorch they roam,
No walls confine, but they're far from home.
Deserts stretch and Cranks run wild,
Humanity's remnants, so fierce and defiled.
Storms rage fierce, like the Wrath of the sky,
Lightning strikes and people die.
Brenda appears, a fighter, a friend,
Leading through danger, though the path might end.
Jorge ties them up, feet up high,
but they escape after a couple of tries.
Brenda and Jorge by their side, music's charm.
They search and find The Right Arm,
Teresa reveals truths untold,
The fight for survival is bitter and cold.
Betrayal cuts deep, Teresa's choice made,
WCKD takes some back, plans further laid.
Yet hope flickers on, a rebellion sparks,
A war on the horizon, through chaos and dark.
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Poetic retelling of the Maze Runner | ✔
FanfictionHave you ever wondered what The Maze Runner would look like if everything rhymed, or something close to poetry? I have. Therefore, this is some kind of poetic retelling or summary of The Maze Runner movies. Enjoy. Disclaimer; I don't own The Maze Ru...
