"Over here! I think we found a stash!" Thomas shouted, motioning to an alleyway where a pile of cans and packets was piled up behind a broken down car.
They were on another raid. The only way to get rations out on the scorch. All cans from before the apocalypse had already been claimed. But just because it's in someone else's possession, doesn't mean it can't be stolen. It was you or them.
The rest of the gladers rounded the corner and lowered their guns in shock when they saw the stash of goods.
"Now this is what I'm TALKING ABOUT!" Exclaims Stanley, immediately running towards the pile and examining the cans and packets.
"Hey slinthead! Calm down before the crazy crank who owns this place comes back!" Minho says.
An awkward silence settles over the group by the mention of cranks. Especially by a soon-to-be one.
"Okay," Thomas says, clapping his hands and trying to think of a plan. How he wished Newt were here to tell them how to move this stuff. But Newt wanted to stay and take care of the other gladers. How Newt of him. "Stanley, put some cans and packets into the bag we brought. Everyone else, carry the ones that won't fit and do not drop any. There's a storm coming and we need as many provisions as we can get."
Everyone follows his orders while he keeps watch. He felt bad for stealing someone's food who was probably as sane as them and just trying to survive, but there was no other way. Unequal equivalents, he supposes.
"GAH!" Stanley cries suddenly. "I've been shot! CRANK ON THE LEFT!"
A tall crank stood at the opposite end of the alley way with bloody patches and bruises covering his face, barely dressed, and a gun at his side.
"My...YOU STEALING! You stea-steaaaaling. You stealing you stealing. That is WRONG! No no no no no no no. Wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong! " The bloody cranks voice when from a shriek to a murmur that sent chills down the gladers spines.
Then it started to charge. Right for Stanley, who lay unconscious on the floor with blood oozing from his wound.
Minho jumped in front of him and to Thomas' surprise started to... well he started to growl.
Maybe, Thomas thought , we both aren't as sane as I imagined.
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One By One: A Maze Runner Crank Love FanFic
FanfictionWith only one name left on the list of non immune gladers, Thomas' wish comes true and Newt is spared. But you can't spare someone and not have to sacrifice another. Not with Wicked. Minho is slowly going mad but is determined to stay strong as the...
