Utter darkness.
Black.
That's what they found.
Walking. Time passed slowly.
A boy screamed a few dozen feet in front of him.
Thomas stopped dead at his tracks.
“Hey!” he yelled at the boy pushing past several Gladers. But the boy was now screaming like an animal.
Thomas shouted. “What’s wrong!”
The screams gurgled to a stop. Thomas reached forward with his hands to find his face. But there was no head. Instead, there was and perfectly smooth ball of cold metal. Then the ball slipped from under Thomas’s fingers and rolled away, until it thumped into the closest wall and came to a stop. Thomas felt a thick wetness on his hands.
Blood.
‘’We need to go’’ Thomas muttered out loud. ‘’We need to go’’ he shouted up to Minho.
Thomas tried to calm himself
“Thomas!” Minho’s voice. “Thomas! What happened?”
Scooting backward away from the body, he stumbled against a wall as he started wiping his hand on his pants.
‘’It was like a … a big … metal ball. A metal ball!” His voice shaky.
“What’re you talking about?” Minho asked.
“We need to run,” he said. “We need to go. Now.”
No one said anything and they set off running. He ran, ran as fast as he could.
''Wait! I think I found—”
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The Scorch Trials(Thomas)
FanfictionALEX | SUBJECT A3 | THE TRIGGER Alex's ''death'' triggered an outpouring of pain and grief around the Gladers. But what they don't know is that somehow, she's still out there, still alive. What happens now that she's alive? Where has been? What had...
