"Here, Ash." Thomas is in the weapons bank in the Maproom. Minho unlocked the trapdoor and we're passing out what weapons we have.
"Why do they have swords down here?" I ask, laughing a bit at the absurdity of the weapon he just handed me.
"No idea." He's grinning up at me, the puppy-dog look in his eyes only somewhat dimmed with nerves. "You should keep it."
"Thanks, Thomas," I say, setting it to the side for me. It's short enough that I shouldn't have trouble swinging it. "You ready?"
He exhales a deep breath. "I guess I have to be. Good luck."
"You too." We nod at each other, and then I take the pile of weapons outside for the others to distribute.
It's almost time to see who lives – and, of course, who dies.
I swing by the kitchen and shove the biggest box of matches into my pocket. I'm not going anywhere without fire.
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Good Grief (TMR fic)
FanfictionThey had never had someone like Ash. They had never had a pyromaniac. They had never had someone with a mind that understood the Maze. They had never had someone who could get them out. As We Watch the World Burn book one, The Maze Runner [book]...
