[REWRITE COMING SOON] A story where a boy with a mysterious and complicated past falls for the boy with a limp. [ newt x male oc x teresa]
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PART I ; The Maze
Three months before Thomas came, a boy name, Poe comes out of the Box with no memories a...
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the death cure chapter four
❛❛you guys almost lasted a whole day ❜❜
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Frypan insisted to drive, even though Poe was fine driving, but Frypan won with a rock, paper, scissor challenge. Poe sat in the back of the truck, rummaging through the pack that Nico brought, getting the guns load and ready, but there wasn't much. "There isn't much in here, Nico. There're only two pistols, few of the clips and a dozen of bullets. It's a mess in this pack"
"Well, I'm sorry I was in a rush and I had to sneak into the armory quietly" Nico responded sarcastically.
The truck got dark as Frypan drove slowly into the dark tunnel and apprehension grew among the Gladers. Lights were still working within the tunnel, fluorescent lights hung on one side, Poe wondered if that were a good sign, thinking that the electricity still works within the area and maybe there were people around. His thoughts could be wrong. Frypan turned the spotlights on as he proceeded forward with caution, Nico and Thomas took the flashlights out and beamed the lights out the windows meanwhile Poe was trying to fill up the clips with what's left of the bullets in the pack.
"Well, here we go" Frypan murmured.
"Just take it nice and slow" Newt shifted the spotlight to their right.
There was nothing in sight besides the abandoned, old cars left and right. Frypan had to drive around the cars that were in their way before he abruptly stopped the truck. "Whoa, whoa".
Poe shifted around to see, and a single Crank was spotted ahead. It was merely standing in the middle of the road, his neck craned and glancing up at nothing. It uttered out choking sounds as it's body spasmed by the soft sounds as if it was startled. The sight of a single Crank almost intimated Poe and the Gladers. Frypan glanced back at Thomas, Poe and Nico, his face read in question, questioning them on what he should do.
"It's okay" Thomas reassured, "It's just one, so take it slow, go around him. We'll be fine"
"Take it slow" Frypan repeated and sighed. "Take it slow"
Nico and Newt closed their windows. Poe's eyes caught something in the corner, from Thomas's window, a scared-looking woman staring through Thomas's window, staring at the boy as he leaned back to his seat. When Thomas finally noticed the woman, he gasped in startle that he back away farther from his window. The woman looked somehow normal, but her skin paled, her teeth decaying, eyes were almost widened, and there was a rash-looking on her cheek.
"Please" the woman said, "Please." She began to spasm against the door, the door rattled as she tried to open the door, her eyes were still on Thomas. "Help me. Please"
