Trapped

2.3

gally's perspective

I jerked awake from hands banging on metal.

"What in the world?" I mumbled to myself. I slowly sat up trying not to disturb Willow who was draped across my lap. Gardner had already woken by the banging. He looked at me with wide eyes and shrugged his shoulders as if to say "What do we do?" 
As I shifted to stand up as Willow sat up and looked straight at me.

"What's going on?" She had fear in her voice, exactly how I felt.

"Someone is banging on the door." I said with my eyes glued to the metal hatch.

"Wake up you shuck faces!" It was a muffled voice but no doubt was it Minho. It was still pretty dim in the main cabin of the burg. I assumed the sun was about to come up. Thomas stumbled out into the living room with sleepy eyes and messy hair.
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Thomas emerged from the long hall with a massive bed head. I couldn't help but giggle at the sleepy Thomas.

"What are you doing Thomas?" I laughed at him.

"Shut your trap Willow." He smirked. "I came out here to see what the suck was going on." Thomas strode over to the door and slammed his hand into the red button the released the door.

"Its about time you shanks come out of your little rat hole." Minho spoke.

"We thought everyone of yah rolled over and died." Newt said with a grin growing on his face. Minho was at the front of the group with other gladers behind him.

"We need to get into that city before the cranks come after us." Minho pointed back to a large black wall, towering over us. Thomas was right. It does kinda look like the maze. I shook the thought out of my head, wanting to think this would be the place we got help.

"I thought cranks were supposed to come out at night." Frypan joked from farther back in the group.

"Same difference," Minho replied. "Come on. We need to go." He said quickly.

Everyone in our burg hopped out and headed across a small portion of the scorch to hopefully would help us take down Wicked.