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Sam
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.
Minho runs down the corridor, straight towards the 'man', he brings up his knee and crashes into the guard. Minho slams the man into the wall and he is sucked from consciousness. "Shit Minho." Newt curses, staring at the unconscious guard.
Minho smirks, "Lets go then shanks, wait... Where is the Doctor?"
Thomas pales, "she... uh- kicked me in my-" he gestures to his private area, "and- uh.. ran when she saw the guard."
I laugh loudly, wiping away my tears as I slump onto the ground - continuing to laugh. Newt and Minho laugh along with me as-well, Frypan letting out a small chuckle. "Dude, I can't believe this." Minho shouts, laughter bubbling up in his chest.
Our laughter dies down, as we realise the matter at hand. "What now?" Newt asks, the first to regain his posture.
"We have to figure it out from here, I guess." Thomas returns, his face flushed red with embarrassment.
We all begin to jog down the corridors once again, trying to memorise each and every turn. My heart thumps violently with fear as I hear a voice, screaming for help. A pair of hands thumping onto a glass window.
"This way!" Thomas shouts, "We have to help them!"
Thomas leads us towards a large glass window, inside was Aris, thumping and shouting at us to help. I stare inside, a frail hospital curtain is drawn, tubes and pipes spilling from underneath it.
Minho beckons Thomas over and they sprint into another medical room, appearing seconds later, with a large metal stool each. I scream at Aris to move out of the way as the boys bring their stools down to the window. A small crack begins to grow across the window, but it failed to smash.
"It's not working! We have to hit it harder." Minho yells, Thomas nods. And, using all of their strength, they both smash the glass. Sending the shards over us, like a shower of spikes.
Aris reaches over and pulls a towel from one of the cupboard doors, he lays it across the sharp glass shards. Winston clambers over first, but Aris does not. Instead he rushes through the gap in the curtain.
The guards at the door shout in protest as we rescue the two boys. Me and Minho run ahead, telling the others to follow behind us. Adrenaline courses through my veins as we sprint through the WICKED headquarters. The white walls never fail to end as we continue to run, further and further away from the guards.
The other Gladers and Aris follow behind me and Minho as we run. I groan in annoyance as we reach a dead end, a large metal door locked tightly shut between us and the exit. We turn around to go another way, but Mr Janson stands in the way, armed guards with large launchers situated next to him.
"Does anyone have a keycard?" I whisper into the group of gladers.
"Yeah, I do!" Thomas shouts proudly as he produces the keycard from his back pocket. He hands it to Aris and he swipes it across the panel, but the door does not slide open. I stare up at Minho with fear, and he gently squeezes my hand to reassure me.
"You kids won't last one day out in the scorch." Janson smirks, taking large steps towards us.
Newt and Aris continue to slide the keycard across the door, but to no avail, it still doesn't open. "It's still not opening!"
"No shit Sherlock!" Minho shouts behind his shoulder, I elbow him in the ribs and give him a 'not now' look.
Thomas raises the stolen launcher and steps forwards towards the guards, shooting bolts of electricity everywhere. However, the guards step infront of Janson with their big shields, protecting him from the electric blasts.
"Yeah!" Aris cheers, the door hisses and then pops open. Minho drags me through the door as the other gladers flood through.
"Shut the main entrance gate! I repeat, shut the main entrance gate NOW!" Janson screams through his radio, beads of sweat dotting his forehead. Thomas throws the empty gun towards the guards, and turns to face us.
Newt starts shouting for him, beckoning him over to us. "Thomas the gates are closing!"
"Get your ass through here!"
Thomas finally gets himself together and sprints down the white marble corridor, his shoes squeak against the clean floors. The main entrance doors begin to close, and Thomas runs even faster. "Thomas!" I scream, tears filling my eyes as the gates are almost closed. He throws himself into the floor and slides underneath the small gap.
The doors close with a crunch and Janson rushes over, slamming his hands down onto the glass window on the door. Aris reaches over and smashes the keypad, Minho pulls on a backpack from an unconscious guard and throws a gun to Winston.
Winston smirks, as if to say: 'cool man' and we begin to run away from the main entrance door. Thomas stops, and waves his middle finger at Janson, Janson curses at Thomas as we run away. But not to safety, to the scorch.
