I snap open my eyes. White. Oh great.
I wonder what time it is. I've tried keeping track of the days by when I would get food, but then food starting getting brought to my room less often. I look down at myself. I'm wearing dirty clothes... I haven't had clean clothes since the Maze. I probably smell like horse shit, but you know what they say... You can't smell yourself. Well, you can, but it's hard to.
I walk over to the desk. I open and close all of the draws even though I know there's nothing in them. I walk over to the door and look for a knob. Nothing. There's always been nothing. They really must need me for something.
BANG!
Something slams against the door on the other side. I jump back and back up against the wall parallel the door. The door swings open with a crash.
I stare in shock.
Th Gladers. They came for me. They're right in front of me.
Thomas stands in the front of the group, Minho next to him. I recognize Frypan and a few others.
I feel the tears start to fill my eyes. I rush forward and crush Thomas in a hug.
"No time for lovely dovey crap," Minho says. "We gotta get going."
I release Thomas and hug Minho next, not as hard as I did Thomas. He hugs me back. "Good to see ya, kid." He says in my ear. I smile at him. He pats my head.
"We've only got about ten minutes before those shanks come lookin' for us," Minho says. "Let's go."
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{A/N: This chapter is dedicated to @newtiescutie .}
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The Fallen
FanfictionShe wakes up in the Glade. She doesn't remember anything, just like everybody else who came up in the past. She meets Newt, and soon finds herself liking this mysterious boy. But then Thomas comes up, and she feels a connection to him. She finds out...
