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Sam
"It is WICKED, it has always been WICKED. We never escaped them."
My mouth falls agape, the words hitting me like a ton of bricks. "What?"
"We have to go, now!" Thomas pants, staring at us all with wide frightened eyes.
I am the first to react, laying Alex into the bed and ripping the bedsheets from the top bunk. I tie them loosely around my waist and carefully place Alex into it, so that his chest was against my back. I pull the sheet upwards so that his head is cushioned and motion for the boys to follow Aris through the vents.
"Lets go then, I'm not staying for WICKED's bloody plan." Newt cocks an eyebrow at the Gladers and they scurry through the vents.
Minho guides me into the vent, my knees hitting the metal surface roughly. I fall to my hands and knees and follow in suit of the other Gladers. Aris leads, then Thomas and Minho and Newt at the back. I was somewhere in the middle with Frypan and Winston.
Aris leads us to a large vent in the wall and pulls it open, with the help of Thomas. We clamber out of it and into another porcelain white hall way, the white marble floors making me feel out of place. Frypan swipes a hand across his forehead and pants loudly, "Where now?"
"I'm going to get my roommate, I'll meet you at the front entrance later." Aris spins around and begins to walk into the vent.
"I'm going with him, see you shucks later!" Winston calls, as we begin to jog down the corridors.
Newt nods in his direction and we turn the corner, almost slamming straight into a Doctor. She looks down at her white blouse and adjusts her name tag, her name being, Dr Crawford.
She mutters an apology, trying to walk past. The doctor's eyes meet ours and she gasps when she realises there is more than one of us. "What are you kids doing out?"
Thomas reacts first and pulls her arms behind her back, holding both of her hands down. She squeals in surprise at his action and Thomas whispers harshly into her ear: "take us to the front entrance, we will not hesitate to beat you up."
Dr Crawford nods ferociously, fear evident on her dark skin, and leads us through the winding corridors of WICKED.
Aris
I point the launcher at the nurses and doctors in my roommate's room, and nod to Winston to wrap their hands with bandages. I throw him the stolen launcher and rip back the hospital curtain in the corner of the room.
I carefully shake her, awaking her from her deep slumber, and gently pulling the tubes away from her face and skin. Her blues eyes meet mine and she blinks slowly, "Aris?" She whispers.
"Yeah, it's me. We have to go, let me carry you." I smile sympathetically at her, and I duck under the curtain, separating us. My hands grasp into a cold metal stool, tugging it over to the large glass window in burrowed into the wall.
Using all of my strength, I bring the stool towards the window. But the window fails to shatter, I try again and again - to no avail, the window does not break.
Winston's muffled scream of fear penetrates the deafening silence, causing panic to rise within me:
"It's the guards, they're trying to get in!"
Sam
We sprint around another corner, passing an office, I take a glimpse inside of it and no-one is there. I slow down for a second and peer, more closely, into the room. "Sam?" Minho asks, wandering down next to me.
The office sparks recognition within me, as I try to grasp the familiar sight. Suddenly, a face pops up in the glass, I shriek in horror as the grubby face smirks down at me. The guard fumbles to unlock the office door, as me and Minho scramble to get away.
We pant in exhaustion as we reach the others, quickly scrambling around the corner. "Get back here!" The ugly guard cackles, I carefully poke my head around the edge and take a look at our attacker.
His head twitches maniacally, a cough ripping through his body - black spit dripping from his foaming mouth. His eyes meet mine, he trembles and gasps, before the sanity seeps back into his eyes. "Run! Before I... I-" He manages to splutter, his eyes roll to the back of his head and return bloodshot - with a maniacal look in his eye.
He shakes his head, almost trying to shake away the insanity in his brain, large red welts and scratches all over it. As the guard takes huge lumbering steps towards us, my breath hitching in my throat.
