The Maze Runner imagines

91//Thomas

We need more Thomas imagines up in here guys😂

Today was the same as yesterday... You separated away from your group in search for supplies: food.water,hope,anything. After killing a few cranks you make your way through a dirty field full of cars and bodies. Then you found found a bag of unopened beans which makes you smile in pride- sometimes the little things matter.

"Hi!" A voice croaks out. You drop everything you had and point your gun in the direction you heard the voice. It was a heavy accent and sounded like it belonged to a boy. "I... I think I've been shot at. Please help me..." You cock the trigger and walk closer to the voice that keeps talking "I'm sure you've seen things... Been through things. You don't trust people I get it. I get it. I don't either. I've been through things too." You sprint at the voice.

"HANDS UP!" You yell as the boy flinches and does as he's told.

"Listen... I'm gone. It's cool... I just wanted some... Food for my group." He looks at you. You let yourself take in his appearance for a few seconds- tall with messy chocolate-brown hair and Hazel eyes. "I'm Thomas."

You nod,slightly lowering your gun and edging closer "Y/N."

He shakes his head and looks at your gun "you don't believe me?"

"I don't believe in anything anymore..." you mumble "I don't believe in magic or luck. I do the math and I don't gamble."

He nods and walks closer to you "you have a camp?"

You knew you shouldn't,but you trusted him already. You didn't understand why. "Yes."

"You... can meet my friends. We're good people,I swear."

"I can't trust you." You back away "I can't bring you back with me. I'm so sorry-" you start to walk away but he grabs your arm.

"Please don't..." he begs,desperation laced in his voice "I get that you're afraid."

You turn yourself around and look into his eyes "I am afraid. But I can't help you,Thomas. I'm so sorry." You retrieve the can of beans and smile as you hand it to him "here. It's all I've got. I'm sorry." You force a smile and turn around,walking away consumed by guilt and sadness.

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A few weeks later you were out again,your bag filled with supplies. You were desperate to find Thomas,also consumed with guilt over the fact that you turned him away.  In the process of trying to find him,you'd fought off an army of cranks and something happened... Something bad. But that didn't matter. You had to find him. The familiar groans tell you that a crank was close to you. You'd killed a lot of them and you still could never wrap your head around it. These monsters were people,these people are monsters. You edge toward the Crank but not until another person runs along and stabs the being in the head,putting it out of it's misery. It dawns upon you that you recognised the face. Holy shit. Thomas.

"Hey!" You call. He jumps at the sound of your voice and looks at you,saying nothing. "I'm sorry..." you walk closer,arms up in surrender "I'm sorry. They wouldn't have let such a huge group in anyway. I'm here to say sorry. You know me."

You both edge closer to each other,you saw the knife still gripped in Thomas' hand but you were convinced he wasn't going to use it. You trusted Thomas. Stupid choice maybe,you weren't sure yet.