AN: This story is set at the start of The Scorch Trials when Thomas and the rest of the surviving Gladers wake up in their dormitory. It begins when Thomas sees the Crank through the window and Minho and Newt are trying to get the door open.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Maze Runner or any of its characters (although I'd like to lmao). Everything belongs to James Dashner.
Newt was having a go at the door, with the same useless result.
"It's locked," he muttered when he finally gave up, his arms falling weakly to his sides.
"Really, genius?" Minho said, his powerful arms folded and tensed, veins bulging all over the place. Thomas thought for a split second he could actually see the blood pumping through them.
"Hot damn," thought Thomas.
"Back off, bloody slint-head," said Newt. Thomas realised he had said that out loud. What a loser.
AN: I've started my first multi-chapter fic! Stay tuned and I'll keep you all updated with the progress.
FMATSWB xoxoxo