The Maze Runner Imagines

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One might have expected the scorch to be unbearably warm throughout the night seeing as how horrifically hot it was during the day. However, the exact opposite was true. The nights were brutally, bone-chilling cold. Once that sun set beyond the horizon, the entire wold changed and became a complete contrast to what it was during the day. It was so cold, the Gladers either needed a solid shelter, a fire or to all huddle up together and hope for the best.

When Y/N and her friends went to sleep tonight, it was far colder than the previous few nights. There was something in the air they hadn't quite felt before. Something seemingly ominous was sweeping in, but their tired aching bodies drew them all into sleep before they could worry too much about it.

Minho was the first to wake in the morning. When he opened his eyes, the sky was a deep bluish-purple, signalling the sun hadn't quite yet sprung awake. What confused him greatly though, was that as his eyes began to clear, small blurry pieces of white were falling down in front of him. When he lifted his hand to rub his eyes, his face was met with a smack of icy coldness. In shock, he sat up onto his knees and scooped some of the white blanket off of the ground. It was snow. Something he in his memory knew existed but couldn't ever remember seeing or feeling.

As loud as he could, he hollered and laughed, seemingly forgetting about everything else that currently threatened his existence and all he'd been through.

Y/N was the next to be jolted awake by Minho's sudden eruption of ecstatic behaviour. She too found the snow all around on the ground and took some up in her hands in disbelief. Close to her side, Newt rose up and shook the snow off of his head and dusted it off of his shoulders. Y/N giggled and mashed some of the snow over his head, reintroducing the cold he'd just shaken off.

"Ah, Y/N!" He groggily reached out for the girl but missed. "You're gonna pay for that–"

From behind, a snowball splattered across Newt's back. This time, it wasn't Y/N. She just laughed as she watched Newt's face fall.

"If you wanna take her out, you're going to have to go through us first." Thomas smirked and bent at the knees, narrowing his eyes and waving his fingers at Newt as if to say 'try me'. Minho stood at his side snickering with his arms already stacked full with snowballs.

Without hesitation and his eyes never leaving Thomas and Minho, he gathered up some snow in his hands. He compressed it into a ball and brought himself to his feet. "Any last words, you shanks?" He asked.

For a long while as the sun slowly rose, all of the Gladers found themselves contently lost in play. They felt like they were ten years old again, not caring about how close they were to death and how WICKED was on the hunt for them. They were all soaked to the core as the snow began to melt, but they continued on with the snow fight until it was all melted away.

"Well, that was an interesting start to the day." Minho chuckled as he packed up his supplies.

A few of the others laughed in agreement. Thomas groaned as he desperately tried to dig out the remaining snow from under his shirt that Newt had shoved down it. Y/N was in her own little world, writing things in the small remaining patches of snow. Newt watched her with a smile.

What really made this morning so great for Newt though, was how everyone had smiles on their faces. He'd swear he hadn't seen the smiles of his friends since the earlier days in the Glade. That was a long, long time ago. To see them again, now at the most hopeless of all times, was just enough of a morale boost to keep going another day.