Our death cage | The Maze Runner {FANFIC} | 1/3• ✓

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I was running in the Maze, hoping to find my home... The Glade.
Its been 8 months since I've been there. Hell, many will most likely thing I've died. Well, I'm not dead.

I found the exit when I was running alone, right before dark. It was risky, but nobody was there, and after that, W.I.C.K.E.D got me. They used me as some sort of test subject for a virus.
Gave me my memory back...
When I got there, I saw glimpses of calendars along the hallways. It was July 26th.
But when I woke up, from what I assume was a coma, it was March 1st. I was hung up on a wall by many more test subjects, that were either dead, or put in deep sleep.
I was hooked up to the wall by wires that connected to my veins.
What the hell did they do to me? I thought, as I was pulling them out, probably endangering myself, but it was the only thing I could have done at the time.
Once I had done it, I sprinted for the closest thing I could count as an edit. Right beside the door were lockers that had numbers on them. I was going to start smashing random ones to find my backpack, when I noticed a print on my arm.

C-7

It was a tattoo!
I searched for locker C-7,and when I found it, it was already open, but the backpack was still there.
The reason why I needed it was because that thing had everything in it. From my notebook (where I mapped the exit), medicine, grieved information, medical books, and much more.
I pushed the door in front of me, and was immediately caught.
The guards got me.
I ran through the hallways of the building.
There were so many zig-zags, it felt like running in the maze again.

I managed to get into an empty room with a bunch of posters. I locked myself in there, and began examining all the posters on each wall.

"The Flare"

A virus killing mankind.
I read so many more things about it that made me sick to my stomach.

Suddenly, the doors crashed open.
The guards had found me.
They gave me two options for my act.
1) To stay at W.I.C.K.E.D
2) To return to the maze.

Obviously I chose the second one!
My best friend was still there, and so were my other friends. I wasn't going to let W.I.C.K.E.D take over my body.
There was one condition...
I had to be sent into the middle of the maze. They'll give me sleeping pills, and send me there. How? I still don't know.
The thing about the maze, is that no one survives a night in it. So this was pretty much a suicide attempt. But it was too late to change my mind.

That was exactly what I thought on the first night at the maze. It's been three now. I would usually camp at the highest peak I could get to, and hide behind long think branches.
On the fourth day, I heard voices.
Oddly familiar voices. The ones I could hear, and recognize over a screaming crown of gladers.
Minho.
Alby.