more than this | the maze runner, thomas

07 ; chase

❝C'mon then, Greenie,❞ Newt spoke as the four of us walked across the Glade. He gestured vaguely to the Gardens. ❝You're working with me today.❞

Thomas and Newt broke off from our line, trudging towards the corner of the Glade.

Thomas starts working with the different Keepers this week, trying out the jobs to see which one he's best at.

Me and Chuck are walking to the Med-Jack's Hut, seeing as neither of us had any work to do yet. Chuck walked close to me, like he usually does.

❝You seem really quiet today.❞ Chuck wondered, walking slightly in front of me.

I had been fairly quiet so far this morning, only talking when it was necessary. The only thing I was focusing on was the, thing, I woke up from last night. I still found difficulty in defining it.

I could clearly remember the way the voices sounded. Distant, afraid, alone.

I had made the decision that it was a female voice that said 'WCKD is good.', whatever that meant, and a male voice calling out my name.

Still, nothing pieced together as it should. The images I saw didn't match the voices or the words.

Why was everything changing? I'd just got used to living like everyone else does here, now with Thomas and whatever happened last night, rushing around my head, dominating my thoughts, it seemed impossible to stay focused anymore.

❝Um,❞ I mumble, having to think again about what Chuck had said. ❝I do?❞ I ask, even though I knew the answer. 

Chuck nodded a little too vigorously, his hair bouncing against his forehead. A mischievous smile then appeared as his eyes glistened.

❝Race you there?❞ He asks, snapping his head around to the Med-Jack's Hut, barely noticeable through the trees it hid behind.

I stopped, considering. I wasn't prepared to sit around all day and try and work out what recognising Thomas meant, or what the "dream" meant.

Chuck looked like he needed cheering up a bit. So, why not? the voice in my head sounded.

❝I don't know, Chuck,❞ I huff, scuffing my foot against the floor. ❝I'm not really—❞ With that, I begin sprinting to the Hut.

❝That's cheating!❞ I hear Chuck shout happily and a rare laugh falls from my lips as I break through the trees, felling the cool air on my face.

I reach the Hut, grabbing the side of the door so I wouldn't speed past it, and pulled myself inside.

Clint sits on the bed, packing bottles and bandages into a little brown bag. He looks at me, startled when I rush through the door.

❝You okay?❞ He asks, looking at me strangely.

I lean against the door, breathing heavily. ❝Yeah, of course.❞ I say quickly.

Chuck comes bouncing up beside me, also out of breath. ❝She cheated!❞ He exclaims, bumping into me playfully.

°°°

For the fourth time that hour, I walked with Chuck beside me after taking over a crate filled with tools and ties to the Gardens.

The only boy to come into the Med-Jack's Hut was one with the smallest of cuts on his cheek, which Jeff took care of anyway. So to pass the time we decided to help out with getting the things that were logically kept no where near the place they were needed.

Chuck was currently giggling at a funny idea he had about what all the Gladers would look like if we were still in here until we were old. Kinda funny, kinda depressing, really.