After the Death Cure ( The Maze Runner )

Chapter 1

I wake up from a terrible dream- no, not a dream...this was real. The Maze, the desert, WICKED, real. Where'd they go? The girls, Group A? I'm alone. The whole place, a pile of rubbish. How long was I out, a day? I feel my head, dry blood. I look around, some hallways and rooms survived.

I can't believe it, I missed it. A rock fell I the midst of it all, and I was left to rot. I'd been in the Maze for three years, all for nothing. I'll starve, or get eaten by Cranks, either way, I'm dead.

I hear a noise, and spin around to see what it is. A group of people with guns running toward me. WICKED. I turn to run for maybe twenty seconds when I feel something hit my neck, and my world starts to spin. All I see are black spots, then the floor. Feet surround me- I'm lifted up.

Darkness.

I wake up. It's a white room, and I hear people talking outside the door. I'm on a white table. They must have fixed me up, I have a bandage on my head. The voices are low, and I can't make out what they are saying. The door opens, I close my eyes.

"Save it, Kenzie, we know you're awake." I reopen them. A man. His hair is slicked back, and he is wearing a white jacket. "How did WICKED survive? Right Arm blew it up. How'd-"

"There is more than one WICKED Headquarters you know? You're the only one left, well besides..." His voice trailed off, as if he changed his mind. The lady beside him stepped forward. She's pretty. Long, brown hair, defined cheek bones. Tall and skinny. "I think that information can wait. Besides, she needs to remember him first."

"Who?" Nothing. Answer me. "Who?" I've sat up now, and the heart monitor is beeping, faster and faster.

"That information can wait. Would you like to remember?" I hate her.

"I think I answered that question a long time ago." I lay back down, frustrated. And I can hear them mumbling to each other. I feel like crying. I don't want to be here. Why couldn't I have died?

"We have come to the conclusion that you haven't a choice." I hate him too. He walks out, and returns with two women in green outfits, with masks. They grab my table, and wheel it out of the room, left and right, down a few hallways, and into that room. The room I entered with the rest of Group B. To get our memories back. But when I refused, they put me in a room by myself, only to be rescued by Sonya and the rest of them. Sonya, my best friend. Where is she? Oh right, she left me, along with the rest of them.

I return out of my thoughts, and realize they've already numbed my body, and they are sticking that thing on my face. I struggle to find movement, but nothing works. I'm helpless. I hate being helpless.

It hurts. It's hurts so bad. I try to scream. Anything. Nothing happens. I am forced to lie there, in pain and frustration. It seems like forever before it's over.

I remember. No. No. He's gone. Did he leave me? Is he dead? Thomas killed him. I remember Teresa telling Sonya. Why would he do that? We were engaged! I remember him. And he's gone. I hate you, Thomas. That's three people I hate now. Four. Beth. She killed Rachel.

They remove the machine from my face, and the light hurts. I feel myself drifting.

Sleep.

I wake up, and they're looking straight forward. Pushing my table. Where are they taking me? I feel my limbs moving, but there's no point. I don't want to leave anymore. I know who they are. I don't hate WICKED. But I don't like 'em either.

Newt. I miss him. I loved him. Why would he sign up for this? The Maze. Oh, to find the cure, to protect me. I'm getting bits and pieces of it. I signed up because I thought I'd be with him. I was wrong. I remember looking into the pod, and him looking at me; the look of torment when he realized what I was there for. They gave me a shot, and stuck me in a pod. Hours later, my memory was gone. And I woke up in an elevator.