MAZE RUNNER FANFIC
The world has been destroyed.
It was mostly a repeat of the Dust Bowl back in the 1930s.
Except worse.
No food, no water, only the remains of what was left in old grocery stores.
Which were buried.
Deeply buried.
I, fo...
Delilah and I sprinted out of WICKED, and after running for our lives, we finally found a place to stop.
I can't breath.
My chest is moving up and down as I am trying to catch my breath.
Delilah found an old WICKED building, and we're about to go check it out. I honestly don't know why I took this journal. Maybe it's because it reminded me of Newt.
Stupid boy.
He fell in love with me, and I, him.
Just to run away and never see him again, only in my dreams.
If I ever get any sleep.
*****
Charlie started to cough, dust flying out from her mouth. Someone had pulled her out from under the fallen walls and ceiling, and was tending to her wounds.
She slowly opened her eyes, and a small bit of tears came out from the dirt in them. She winced in pain, as someone tightened a bandage around her leg.
"What the hell?" she thought. Charlie didn't want to open her eyes much more, so she quickly shut them, hoping it wouldn't hurt as much.
"Let her get some rest. That leg is gonna take a while to heal." said an anonymous voice.
She was breathing heavily, scared of who was around her. "Not WICKED, please, not WICKED."
*****
Newt woke up in a panic. He quickly sat up, and looked around the room. "No, no, no, no, no, no. Not this place. I can't-"
A door swung open, startling Newt. He fell out of the bed he was in, onto the floor. His eyes widened and he scrambled onto his feet.
"Well, looks like you've recovered nicely." a boy around the age of 18, walked into the room with two bottled waters. He threw it to Newt, who caught it in his hands almost failing to get it.
"Name's Cash." said the boy. He had darker hair, both sides shaved off, and his hair was styled with a flip pointing upwards. He had a mustard colored bandanna around his neck, and a gun hanging on his back.
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"Newt."
Cash's eyes widened, and he dropped the other bottle. "You're Newt?!"
Newt narrowed his eyes. "How do you know who I am?"
Cash started to laugh. Rolling his eyes, he finally responded, "Charlie and I are a thing, bud."
