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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

A DOOR CREAKED AS TERESA OPENED IT, causing light to flood the small room that they were in. They poked their heads out to see a hallway leading somewhere. Alex was still holding her arm because there was a Griever spike sticking out of it.

They glanced at each other nervously before Thomas took the lead and began walking toward one end of the hallway, even though the way they were supposed to go could be the other direction. 

They finally reached some sort of room or lab or something, and what shocked them was that there were dead bodies, debris, glass, and blood everywhere. They were holes in the walls from guns, and it looked like someone had invaded the place.

"What happened here?" Winston quizzed as if anyone else in that group knew. They just kept walking until they reached a room with a bunch of technology that included a bunch of half-working screens.

They took a moment to explore by themselves before Newt spoke up, gesturing to the screen in front of him. "So, they were watching us. The whole time."

"Sick bastards," Alex muttered. Thomas then pressed some button, and that caused a video of a blonde woman to begin playing on a couple screens around them. She talked and showed pictures to help along her explanation. There seemed to be something chaotic happening in the background.

"Hello. My name is Doctor Ava Paige. I'm Director of Operations of the World Catastrophe Killzone Department. If you're watching this, that means you have successfully completed the Maze Trials. I wish I could be there in person to congratulate you, but circumstances seem to have prevented it. I'm sure by now, you must all be very confused, angry, frightened. I can only assure you, that everything that's happened to you, everything we've done to you, it was all done for a reason. You won't remember, but the Sun has scorched our world. Billions of lives lost to fire, famine, suffering on a global scale. The fallout was unimaginable. What came after was worse. We called it the Flare. A deadly virus that attacks the brain. It is violent, unpredictable, incurable. Or so we thought. In time, a new generation emerged that could survive the virus. Suddenly, there was a reason to hope for a cure, but finding it would not be easy. The young would have to be tested, even sacrificed inside harsh environments...where their brain activity could be studied. All in an effort to understand, what makes them different, what makes you different. You may not realize it, but you're very important. Unfortunately, your trials have only just begun. As you will no doubt soon discover, not everyone agrees with our methods. Progress is slow, people are scared. It may be too late for us, for me, but not for you. The outside world awaits. Remember...Wicked is good."