Left Behind//The Maze Runner

F I V E

It's like the mountains are getting farther and farther away, the closer and closer we get to them.

I don't how much more walking my legs can do. I just hope we get to the mountains soon, I don't know how much more of this desert wasteland I can take... 

It's like we've been walking for years before the sun sets beneath the horizon. We have to pull out our flashlights in order to find shelter for the night. There doesn't seem to be any light except for the moon. 

"Let's stop here for the night," Thomas calls, ushering us toward an old storage container. 

I take a seat in the sand between Newt and Minho, maneuvering my sweater underneath my head so it's like a pillow. My eyes gaze around at the stars that are in the sky. They're absolutely beautiful, I haven't seen any like this since the Mire. 

"I thought we were supposed to be immune," Aris says as he gets a fire going, my eyes moving to him.

Tears begin streaming from my eyes as I think about Winston. His life wasn't supposed to be a casualty. None of our lives should be...

"Not all of us," Teresa says, my heart falling with each word. 

I squeeze my eyes tighter, willing my tears to chill out for one moment. We should've known we weren't all immune to this. How could anybody be fully safe from such a disease...

My eyes move over to Newt as he shifts around in the sand, his right arm holding his head up. He just stares at the fire, his deep brown eyes glassy. "If Winston can get infected we should assume so can the rest of us."

"I guess from now on we need to be more careful," Minho speaks up as he sits staring at the fire, a frown on his lips, tears threatening to pour from his eyes.

Frypan sits up and stares at the roaring fire, his eyes glossing over, tears streaming from his eyes, staining his cheeks. "I never thought I'd say it, but I miss the Glade." He says, his voice shaking and sad.

Shifting from Thomas causes me to look over at him as he walks away from the group, sitting twenty feet away, playing with something he pulled from his pocket. He hunches over his knees, his breathing heavy.

"What happened with him?" I ask, my eyes moving to Newt as I wipe the tears from my cheeks.

"I'll go find out." He sighs, standing and limping over to Thomas, plopping down on the sand next to him.

My eyebrows furrow further, only this time the wonder of how Newt got that limp fills my mind. Did he always have it? Or did something happen to him in the Maze that caused it?

I turn to ask Minho but he's already on his side, soft snores leaving his lips. A soft giggle makes its way from my chest at the sight of the black-haired boy. He looks sweet when he's sleeping, almost like there's no sass bubbling through his veins. 

Joining Minho in the realm of sleep, I turn onto my side, closing my eyes, and try to get some sleep.

Only instead I'm left dreaming. 

My feet pound on the tile floor of the mall, those terrifying creatures running all around me, shouting and roaring. Some of them are girls from my Maze, others scientists that helped me from the WICKED Facility we left.

"Help!" I scream, my voice shaking and out of reach. "Please someone help!"

My pulse quickens and my breathing becomes unsteady. Fear begins creeping up the corners of my mind, pricking at the back of my neck, making my whole body tense up and break out into a fit of goosebumps.