Maze Runner: The Scorch Trials (Fan Fiction) Newt X Casey

Chapter 17

 Casey POV 

     Once everyone is free from the chains, we make our way to what we think might be an exit. However, as we get closer, a very large man comes storming out of the entrance way. He holds up a gun. "Where do you think your going?" He growls. I so badly want to throw a knife at him, but he might shoot one of us before it hits him. 

     Memories of the glade briefly flash through my mind. How we were so close to freedom, that everyone would get out of the maze safely. Then Gally finds us, and he was stung, so he was dangerous. I remember how he was trying to convince us that the glade was our home, and that we shouldn't leave. Someone then threw a spear at him, impaling him in the chest. At the same moment, Gally shot his gun, and it hit Chuck, the youngest out of all of us. Both Gally and Chuck died that day. 

     My mind flashes back to now, where we are in the same scenario. I really hope none of us will meet the fate Chuck did. 

     Before the man could do anything else, someone hits him in the back of the head with a metal pole. Once he falls to the ground, the person behind him is revealed as Brenda. "Come on, lets go!" She says to us. "Where are-" Thomas starts, but is cut off by the sound of helicopter wings. A moment later, a voice sounds from above us. "This is the World Catastrophe Killzone Department. We know that you are hiding our property. Give them back now, and we will leave peacefully." My heart sinks. WCKD has found us. 

     "Shit." Brenda mutters. "Follow me." She races back the way she came. The rest of us follow soon after. However, out of my peripheral vision, I see Teresa hesitate for a moment. I don't think much of it, because I am too focused on following Brenda, and also making sure Newt is okay. 

     We soon come back to the same room that we were in before, with the radio and papers everywhere. Brenda then walks over to the window, which is looking off onto another building. She reaches up, and unlatches some sort of harness from the ceiling. It is attached to a long wire going out through the window. It takes me a moment to realize it is a zip-line.

     One by one, we get on the zip-line and disappear into the building across from us. Soon, it is my turn, and I am strapped down onto it. I feel uneasy laying on something so unstable, but I don't complain, I want to get out of here. I am then dragged back, and thrusted forward. Leaving the room in a blur.