I'm really doing this... I'm going on a centuries-old zipline...
I gulp back the fear that is building in my throat. I can't go back to WICKED...
"You first, hermana!" Jorge motions me over, the fear beginning to pound like a hammer in my chest.
My hands shake as I slide them into the cloth, wrapping it around twice to secure myself. I pull the rope back as I get a running start, leaping off the roof, flying through the air toward the next building.
The air rushes through my hair and my eyes, making them water. It's getting hard to see, but all I can is the building as it grows closer to me. My hands start to ache, the fear of me falling soaring through my bones.
As I enter the building, I let go of the cloth before I crash into the wall. I hit the floor rolling, sliding over so the next person can fall where I did. My chest heaves up and down as I take in heavy breaths, a laugh bubbling over my lips. I made it. I didn't fall to the ground. I'm alive!
Newt comes rushing in a few seconds later, crashing down to the floor and rolling next to me. A chuckle leaves his lips as he stops on his back.
"We bloody made it!" He laughs, his smile wide as I join in.
The rest of the group files in, crashing down next to Newt and me. I sit up, dusting off my hands, checking for any rope burns. Thankfully I didn't get any, that wouldn't have been the best thing to have out in the Scorch.
"Where's Tommy?" Newt asks, my eyes moving to the hole in the wall.
My eyebrows furrow as I look around the group for him. He's not here... And neither is Brenda. Fear spreads through my chest, soaring through my veins, pounding my heart against my ribs. Everything in me begins praying that they weren't caught by Janson.
"Brenda?" Jorge calls, his voice growing in worry. "They must still be in there!"
Without a second to spare in the search for our friends, the entire building blows up into flames, my eyes growing wide, a gasp leaving my lips. It cackles as it crumbles and crashes down, the entire building burning down to the ground.
"Brenda!" Jorge screams, running for the hole.
"Jorge no!" Minho shouts as he dives over to the grey-haired man, grabbing ahold of his biceps, quickly pulling him away from the hole.
My heart falls just like the building. My eyes move down to my hands, tears wanting to fall from my eyes and down my cheeks. Thomas is gone... Another person is gone. Just like that.
"Why don't you shout a little louder next time! I don't think the guards heard you!" I shout, my eyes moving back to Jorge, annoyance filling my chest.
"We need to get out of here!" He says, walking away from the hole, tears staining his eyes. "The only place Brenda and your friend will be headed if they made it out alive would be to my old pal Marcus. His house is just out in the middle of Crank Palace, we'll be sure to find it." He walks to the door in the side wall. "Right this way, hermanos."
"What do you me if they made it out alive?!" Minho asks, whipping around to look at the man, annoyance running through his voice.
"We have an underground tunnel system that he and Brenda might have used," Jorge says nonchalantly, almost as if we were just supposed to know that.
"That is if you're telling us the truth," I say crossing my arms over my chest, anger filling my words.
He looks at me with confusion drawn over his face. "What?"
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Left Behind-A Maze Runner Fanfic
Hayran KurguCURRENTLY UNDER CONSTRUCTION "it's you. it's always been you." She was from Group B. An "original" is what they called her. One of the firsts. She never dreamed they'd escape, not since arriving in their four-walled prison, but somehow they did it...
