❝When it was quiet, I didn't have to worry about a monster trying to make me its lunch. I did, however, have to worry about my wandering thoughts, and I'd have a different monster on my hands if I let them wander too far.❞ ↣ A virus has erupted, turning loved ones into mindless, ravenous, killers. Where the rest of the world sees madness, Kathryn Johnson sees opportunity. She runs from her immutable hell, disappearing into the trees of Northern Georgia. Little does Kathryn know, she hasn't escaped hell, rather swapped one for another. In a moment of unhampered curiosity, she stumbles upon a group that won't take no for an answer. Through these people, Kathryn finds herself examining the walls she's kept herself locked behind. After a lifetime of unknown, a question waits for her on the other side: Can the broken be fixed? ↣ { Featured in the @WalkingDeadRoadtoSurvival "Top Walking Dead Fanfiction" reading list } { ➊ The Walking Dead } { ➌ The Walking Dead Fanfiction } { ❺ Daryl Dixon }

You had blood on your hands. Literally and figuratively. On a list of things you asked for in life, being a wanted criminal wasn't anywhere on that list. And yet, it seems, that is exactly what you got. Chased by angry demons, bounty hunters and petrifying parents, you find yourself stumbling into an unlikely companionship with a human. Trying to hide your past, and dreading your future you've got to start breaking a few more rules to dig yourself out the hole you've dug. TW: Violence, Blood, Murder, Swearing

"You're his daughter." Benny stated to himself. "Bingo." "Do you play?" He asked, and you shot him a stare. "Bingo?" You replied, sarcastically. He smiled at the board, before tipping his hat and head upwards. "Chess." Life wasn't easy growing up with a chess Grandmaster as a father; it's even more difficult when you find out you could be better than him at his own game. Benny helps you realise that potential.

I didn't know what I was really doing most of the time. It may have seemed like I did but to be completely honest with myself... I ran head first into a war I didn't know anything about, without a thought in my head except to save those who saved me. I didn't know that made me a fighter. __________ All copyrights are reserved to the phenomenal author, James Dashner-the man who created the amazing trilogy of "The Maze Runner"-and to the director and makers of the movies. I only own Ame, her plot, and her perspective. Still in major editing!

{Book 1 of 3} (y/n) and Aris have been stuck at WICKED's facility for days on end, and the meals are beginning to drag on, now that the rest of Group B has either been taken to Janson's promised paradise or disappeared. Although WICKED has been supposedly taking care of them, Aris and (y/n) have their suspicions about this World in Catastrophe Killzone Experiment Department, and they are determined to get answers. Fortunately, a peculiar group of boys stumble into the cafeteria just as (y/n) begins to lose hope, carrying with them a particular atmosphere that seems trustworthy; however, one lean, blonde boy sticks out among the group to (y/n) so much so that it sends an itch through her brain. It is up to herself, Aris, and the kids of Group A to discover the truth of this facility that will result in a quest that is unimaginably arduous. They will have countless obstacles to overcome in the matter of months, but the question is this: who will survive? AN: I've decided to shake things up, so I'm going to shape and mold Wes Ball's film adaptations in this fan fiction, meaning I'll be aligning my story with the film plots (TST and TDC). Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to The Maze Runner series or any of James Dashner's and Wes Ball's work. History of Highest Rankings: #410 - fanfiction on 2018.05.11 #5 - newt on 2021.05.10 #1 - themazerunner on 2018.06.22