Running Home (REWRITING)

Part 6

(Continues from Part 5)

Weight loss was obvious to see for those with enough strength to stay conscious and keep there eyes open. The only fat in their bodies was the muscle they had achieved by either the amount of time they were in the maze or Scorch. Cheeks of some hollowed, and bones prominent before, seeing as they never exactly had a healthy diet to begin with. But, this was taking it to far. To a whole new level. Sure, Gladers may have had a day or so with less food than normal right before the box was due again even some of the scorchers may have experienced this. Of course not having anything to drink or eat was bound to have its effects it's been a week already. Thomas lay awake, too weak to move, just thinking. He and Minho had mapped out the complex that they were trapped in. On there first day here, and all exits needed fingerprints which belong to vince who had been eaten alive by cranks which we later on had been informed. And they wouldn't budge with frypans trusty fire extinguisher either.

He was bothered, as images of Ava Paige flickering in his mind, with brief images of Teresa mixed in. Ava Paige had called him, all of them 'important for the sake for mankind', but here they were dying of starvation! why? He discovered he knew a lot in his previous life about the trials. He even invented apart of the maze himself in fact it was his idea in the first place. However, he couldn't find the rhyme or reason on leaving the 'last resort' even if they somehow survived they wouldn't just leave us all to die.

"Hey hermano?" Jorge's weak call broke him out of his slight daze. "Did you hear that!" Thomson's perked up, even if his body was aching from exhaustion, he sat up on his bunk. "No, what are you-" Then he heard it, the sound of metal clanging on metal, and the sound brought cringes to his fellow troop members. After a few more shattering clangs, resounding footsteps echoed through the empty halls, accompanied by unintelligible shouts. Thomas shifted to face Minho, who's face clearly showed anxiety. Was this WCKD? Could they have survived the explosion?could this be are why out? Those questions bounced around the groups heads, and many curious glances were made between them.

Adrenaline kicked in and Thomas quickly jumped to his feet and grabbed Brenda's hand and they ran as quick as they could into the weapons room "Hey, hows your wound? Has it gotten any worse?" Brenda exclaimed while grabbing a gun to load up on ammo "could be worse but it's still infected. But, don't worry I'll be ready to fight if needed to"meanwhile....

Gally's Pov:

Why the shuck am I following Greenie again? Because he did leave you to die. But he did help you save hundreds of children, adults and other teenagers. His thoughts were interrupted as men with masks covering there faces and heavy guns at their side rushed into the room "On your knees! Nobody has to get hurt!" A male voice shouted

Gun shots were heard, screams, then..

Silence