They'd arrived in the Scorch.
The barren wasteland stretched for miles before the Gladers,seemingly endless. A sweltering heat,almost unbearable,filled the air. There wasn't a plant in sight. Just rock and debris. "Great" Minho muttered as he walked briskly forwards. Nobody had spoken since they'd arrived here,too exhausted to talk. Liam stumbled forwards,head down,eyes brimming with tears. He glanced up at the remaining Gladers. Thomas. Newt. Minho. Grayson. Winston. Frypan. All struggling to continue moving forwards against the sand. 7 left," he whispered to himself,starting to shake. There had been about 50 days before. Everyone was lost in their own grief,as if a dark cloud hung above everyone. Only Minho held his head up,searching the land for something. Anything that could help them. Even Grayson was looking defeated,his eyes glistening with sadness. Liam couldn't breath. It was all too much.
The heat.The grief. The pain.
He heard a piercing scream before he fainted.
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Halfway Through-TMR fan fiction by Jay
FanfictionThe Gladers have just arrived in the Scorch,follow them as they journey to the safe haven. (This is a TMR fan fiction that starts when the Gladers arrive in the Scorch. There are two new characters,Liam and Grayson. The name is temporary for now,if...
