[Y/N P.O.V]
Theresa had found an abandoned shelter, a perfect place to hide from the guards. Inside, the group clicked their touches (that we stole from the facility) on, blue beams of light dancing about.
"Guys, what's going on?", Theresa questioned, confusion deep in her features.
"It's Wicked", Thomas answered, "we thought we were rescued but we weren't, it was wicked all along".
She sighed, shaking her head lightly. I had a feeling she was hiding something.
"Alright, now what's the plan?", Newt asked.
Silence became thick.
"Thomas, you led us out here and you don't have a plan?!", the blonde nearly yelled.
"I just knew that we needed to escape, it's better than staying there!", Thomas answered.
"He may not have a plan", I piped up, "but I do".
Everyone turned to me, faces expectant.
I took a deep breath, "Ava said something about this organisation, The Right Arm, that are against Wicked. If we can get to them then, maybe, we'll be safe".
"Well, where are they?", Minho questioned.
"She said they were in the mountains, sending down spies and stuff", I replied.
Newt raised a brow, "people. In the mountains. Mountain people. That's your plan?".
"I don't see you coming up with anything better", Thomas came to my defence.
Minho sighed, "all right, I trust you Y/N. So, we'll go with that. For now, let's just look around here, see if we can get any more supplies".
No one argued.
Scanning the area, my vision crossed a stack of clothes, myself instantly walking over to it. Grabbing the attention of the others, I threw them some jackets. Thomas caught one with a grateful nod, placing it over his shoulders. Taking a pair of tight-fitting beige cargo pants, I dashed of to a discreet place to change. Once I made sure no one was looking, I ditched the baggy trousers of wicked, finishing by slinging a grey zip-up over me.
The group had dispersed, investigating different parts of the shelter, looking for other survivors. Wandering around alone, I strolled down a corridor, following after a cluster of footsteps left in the dust. They seemed fairly new, like they were made a few days ago. I crouched down, scanning the dust more carefully, trying to see if I was missing something. A symbol appeared under the torch, a larger circle with a smaller one in the centre, drawn into the dust. Confusion riddled me as I stared at it.
Whirring sounded from above, white flickering before light poured over me, plastic orbs burning orange. Looking next to the mysterious symbol, a single word made my veins spike with panic. A warning.
'Cranks'.
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Fanfiction"I'm not leaving without you" The Gladers have escaped the maze, entering the scorched world. They travel to find The Right Arm, hoping that they can leave any trace of W.I.C.K.E.D behind. On their trails across the sand dunes, they fight for surviv...
