Through The Scorch (Thomas X Reader)

Chapter 5

Thomas P.O.V

Step by step, we left the dormnroom and entered the darkness of the common area, one hand in (Y/N) and the onther in front of me.

The glow of a light coming from behind didn't do much to illuminate things; I might as well have been walking with my eyes sqeezed shut. And the place smelled. Horrible.

Minho yelped up ahead, then called back. "Whoa, be careful. Something......weird's hanging from the ceiling."

I heard a slight squeak or groan, something creaking. As if Minho had bumped into a low hanging chandelier, sending it swaying back and forth. A grunt came from Newt somewhere to the right was followed by the squeal of metal dragging across the floor.

"Table," Newt announced. "Watch out for tables."

Frypan spoke from behind (Y/N). "Does anyone remember where the lightswitches were?"

"That's were I'm headingn," Newt responded. "I swear I semember a set of them somewhere over here."

I continued walking blindly forward. My eyes had adjusyed a little; where before, everything had been a wall of blackness. I wasn't worried about me but I was worried about one of the only poeple I like in this world. I could feel her hand tighten when every I adjusted my hand. I finally could see traces of shadows against shadows. Yet something was off. I was still a little disoriented, but htings seemee to be in places they shouldn't be. It was almost as if--

"Bluh- huh-huh," Minho groanee, a shudder of repulsion, like he'd just stepped in anpile of klunk. Another creakinh sound cut through the room.

Before I could ask what had hapoenee, I bumped into something myself. Hard. Akwardly shapee. The feel of cloth.

"Found it!" Newt shouted.

A few clicked were heard; then the room suddenly blazed with fluoresent lights, temporarily jouncing Thomas. I stumbled away from the thing I had bumped into, rubbing my eyes, I ran into another stiff figure, sent it away swaying away from me.

"Whoa!" Minho yelled.

I squinted; my vision cleared. I forced myself to look at the scean of horror around me.

Throughout the large room, people hung from the ceiling-- at least a dozen. They'd all been strung up by the neck, the ropes twisted and trenched into purple, bloated skin. The stiff bodies swung to and fro ever so slightly, pale pink tongues lolling out of their white- lipped mouths. All of them had eyes open, thougj glazed over with certain death. By the looks if it, they'd been that way for hours. Their clothes and some of their faces looked familir.

I dropped to my knees causing (Y/N) to come with me.

I knew these dead people.

They were the ones who'd rescued the gladers and I. Just the day before

Sooooooo two chapters in one day. They were going to be together but the first one as you can tell is super long so I split them apart. Anyways make sure to vote, comment and follow. I will see you later my Lynninators.

~Lynn