After the Death Cure(The Maze Runner)

After the Death Cure

Six months later, after escaping, WICKED,

and entering the Flat Trans.

Minho P.O.V.

        After we got 'em shuck-face immunes through the Flat Trans, things went chaotic, but it took some time to get things back in order. We all have jobs to execute, like we did in the glade. Thomas, Frypan, Brenda, Jorge, Harriet, Sonya, Aris, and I, are the leaders of all these shanks. We have to keep 'em in track, or unless, those klunk-for-brains will return to their chaotic ways.

        Am in charge of the food search party. The shank named Thomas is in charge of keeping everyone in order, including us leaders. He makes sure we are fulfilling our, "Humanitarian Duty," as Thomas puts it. The words that come out of that klunk ain't from a teenage boy, I tell ya, it's from a sixty-year old man.

        Jorge is in charge of building shelters. Brenda is in charge of disputing ample amounts of water to everyone, for drinking, bathing, and washing clothes. Her job is pretty much, the shuckiest shuck job in the world. Frypan does what he does best, which is cookin'. Sonya works with the med-jacks, delivering babies, and helping the wounded. Aris is in charge of searching for building materials. Lastly, Harriet, who isn't a klunk-for-brains. Who would have thought? She is actually, very intelligent. She helps teach the kids new words, and whatnot, which serves as a perfect distraction, as their parents work.

        Now am headed off to work. I buggin' hate this job. It's not because am lazy, or nothin', it's just because of my shucking back. I basically sleep on a pile of wood and leaves. Sometimes I miss those shuck-face WICKED people. Predominantly, because of their beds. Shit! They were comfy.

        I pulled my exhausted body out of the pile of klunk bed. I rub my droopy eyes, and did a series of stretches, which helps makes me agile. A loud sigh escapes my chap lips, and I begin packing my bag for work.

        "Stop complaining," I hear a voice say, in almost an undecipherable tone. I jerk my body back, in sheer fright. My eyes meet the gaze of an amuse shank; Thomas.

        "Ya buggin' scared me! You shuck-face!" I shout angrily.

        "Love ya too." Thomas winks at me, while placing his hand on my shoulder.

        I shake my shoulders vigorously, so his hand slips off my shoulder. I stand up to make face-to-face contact with Thomas. "Greenies ain't allowed to touch me, without my permission. Good that?" I extend my hand out for Thomas to shake.

        "Good that, princess Minho," Thomas says, firmly gripping my hand, with a huge grin on his face. I begin to guffaw at that shanks response, and he does the same.

        "I miss that bloody shank," I say, once our laughter decreases into oblivion. Sorrow eats me alive. I decline the lump in my throat, and restrain the urge to cry within. I put up a tough guy façade, but in reality, am broken.

        "That bloody shank will be our always," Thomas replies back with wryly smile. I can tell he is also fighting the urge to cry.

        "Do you think he is okay?"

        "Yeah, I do," Thomas replies with a guilty expression. Why is he lying to me? What does he know, that I don't know?

        "Stop it!" I shout in rage. "You always give that shucking look, whenever I mention Newt. Then I ask, 'what's wrong?', and you reply with, 'Oh noting'. What is it?!" Thomas releases a loud sigh, and mumbles something undecipherable. I narrow my eyes in confusion. "Huh?"

        "I killed him!" Thomas blurts out. "I fucking killed him! And it's eating me alive. I have nightmares of shooting him. Over, and over again. I can't handle it! I killed him, and am so sorry!" Thomas collapses to the ground, and starts cradling his knees, while rocking back and forth, as the tears fall aimlessly down his cheek. He repeatedly, repeats, "Am so sorry." In a hush tone.

        I can no longer control the lump. It takes my breath away, making it impossible to breath. I open my mouth, and begin to gulp the air, and I can taste the salty liquid, spewing from my eyes. I release a sigh, and slowly sink to the ground, still incapable of what to say. I clinch my fist so hard, I slowly begin to lose feeling to them. My knuckles turn white, and my finger nails dig deep into my skin, but I ignore the anguish. Thomas diverts his attention on the ground, and looks at me, with his bloodshot red eyes, piercing my soul. "I know-." I wrap my arms around him, and pull him into a tight embrace, which stops him from speaking.

        "Thank you," I whisper to him, in a shaky tone. He gives me a puzzled look, and I continue, "Newt wasn't just my friend, he was more than that, a lot more," I pause to see if he understands, and he just nods, which makes me smile, and I continue, "Sometimes I imagine Newt and I walking into a bar, like normal people, and having some drinks. But anyway." I shake the thought out of my mind. "You did right by him. That bloody shank didn't deserve to continue to suffer like that. You're a true friend. If I had to do it, I wouldn't be able to. I would be a buggin' pansy, and back out." I release a slight laugh, and swallow hard. "Its best he died in the hands of a friend, than some klunk crank."

        "So you aren't upset? I think I should explain-"

        "Please don't," I beg. "Spare me the details. My pile of klunk heart, can't bare it," I say with a laugh. "But, I am angry with ya. You tell me this six shucking months later. I feel hurt by this. And I don't know if I will ever not feel the urge to strangle you. You're still the shuckiest shuck-faced shuck there ever was, but you are my friend, my only friend. I want to be by your side as a friend, not an enemy." A wide smile spreads across Thomas face, and mine as well. We embrace another tightly.

        A loud roar interrupts us. We both look at each other, and we share the same aghast expressions. Thomas gets up, and runs outside, and I follow him. I stare at his mortified face. I swallow hard, and follow his gaze. I look up and a bulky, mental contraption, hovering in the sky; a berg.

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