Hannah | Maze Runner

#14 The Last City

(Not all kings wear crowns)

We pushed our way through the crowds of dodgey looking people, out here, you can't trust anyone.

I kept my jacket tightly wrapped around my body, not because I was cold but because I didn't feel safe, but either way I followed Thomas and the others to where ever we were going.

I heard a voice echo through the dusty, sand ridden outskirts of a fallen city over a megaphone,

"We are the voice... of the voiceless!" It spoke.

Voice of the voiceless... makes total sense.

We all turned around to the direction it was coming from, "they hide behind their walls, thinking they can keep the cure for themselves, while they watch the rest of us wither and rot!" We watched the man on the truck go by, he sat there yelling protests into the megaphone. He had what looked like guards around him.

One of them kept their masked eyes on Thomas while the guy upfront spoke. I don't know why.

The crowds cheered after the man and two guards as they went by, although I feel like it's not the last we see of them. They seem the type to cause havoc.

We made our way under a rubbled building to the main source of protests and hopefully our entry to the city, it doesn't look good though.

"That's it." Thomas said, "that's our way in."

Pushing our way through the crowds, I felt Newt take my hand, leading us through.

"What the hell did we get ourselves into." Fry said more to himself but aloud none the less.

"Lord knows." I answered, glancing at the large stone walls and gate that protect the city from us.

I kept glancing round at the people here and to be honest, it was quite terrible. They all looked angry and looked like they hadn't had a decent meal in a long time.

Newt, from beside me, had noticed the masked guards following us. To which he pointed out to me and I suggested we warn Thomas.

We pushed ourselves to the front where Thomas, Jorge and Brenda were standing, Newt came up behind them.

"Hey guys, we gotta go. Look." He said, placing a hand on Thomas' back.

He pointed his head in the direction of the same guards that were on that van, who were pushing through the crowd, seemingly to get to us.

What did we do now?

Jorge got his gun out for the 'just in case' moment.

We were cut off our thought when a loud metallic creaking broke off. I glanced back at the wall, which had mechanical canons ready to fire.

Thomas wouldn't actually move, despite us advising him to, until the first explosion went off. I let go off Newt's hand so I could run to the best of my ability.

"Go go go! Come on." I kept on running, despite how achey and stiff my leg was.

I heard screams and I did see someone fly up into the air, which might haunt me.

My thoughts pounded across my head, save the others. Get out. Save the others. Get out. Was I the one needing saving? Of course not.

I ran back through the way we came, back out to where instead of an empty opening, were two vans.

They had men trying to grab us, I tried my hardest to avoid them, but ended up running straight into one. Distracted by the thought of hoping this wasn't how it's gonna end. My thoughts became worse when , what if I never see them again?