A MAZE RUNNER TRILOGY
"And one day someone walks into your life,
a total stranger, and they become so important
to you. And while you're only known them such a short time,
you feel you're loved them for a lifetime."
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ılı.lıllıılı.ıllı ᴺᵒʷ ᵖˡᵃʸᶦⁿᵍ; ( MIND OVER MATTER young the giants )
The vent was cramped and dusty, the metal cool against her skin as it creaked from the weight. It was a tight squeeze, and the air was stale, carrying a faint, unsettling smell of mildew. Elizabeth was already several feet ahead, her blond hair barely visible in the dim light filtering through the grates.
"How much further?" Madylin breathed, her voice barely a whisper. Each movement sent a small cloud of dust swirling around her, making her nose itch. She hated tight spaces.
The blonde glanced back, finger pressed against her lips. "Quiet."
Madylin shuffled forward, wincing as a stray piece of metal snagged on her shirt. The facility was already unnerving; the clandestine journey through its ventilation system only amplified her anxieties.
A few turns later, they found Aris and a confused Thomas hunched over a grated opening. Madylin shared a glance with Thomas, a silent question passing between them: What are you doing here? Aris motioned them closer, his eyes darting between them and the gaps in the vents. "Look," he whispered, pointing downward.
The scene below was boring. A bland hallway stretched before them, with cement walls and gray floors that reflected the harsh glare of fluorescent lights overhead. Everything was so...clean. Too clean.
"What are we supposed to be looking at?" Madylin asked, her voice tinged with impatience. She hadn't risked getting caught for nothing.
"That." Elizabeth pointed towards several figures moving methodically down the hall. They were clad in white coats, their shoes squeaking against the polished floor in an unnerving rhythm.
Below them, a group of doctors dragged something long and rectangular—a casket. The top of it had some sort of holographic panel that exposed a body inside like an x-ray.
"What the hell was that?" Thomas asked in morbid curiosity.
"Dr. Crawford," Madylin muttered, recognition flickering in her eyes. The knot in her stomach tightened.
Thomas leaned closer. "You know them?"
"Not exactly." She pointed to the leader of the group, "She was just the doctor I had."
