"Come on!" a man with a gun yells to us from outside the observation room. "We're here to rescue you. There's a van outside. You need to go now!"
It's not the first time I find myself running for my life. I know, deep in my bones, that it won't be the last. But this group of armed rebels is here to help us, so I will run with the rest of the Glade.
Minho leads us, following the man who gave us orders. Newt and I drag Thomas away from Chuck's body. There's no time for grief. Not for us.
Don't look back.
Survive.
Run.
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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]...
