The Gladers

by xXKyXx

What if there was no such thing as the Flare. What if Scorch Trials never happened. What if Brenda was actually out there in the real world and her and Thomas were to meet sometime. There was no Rat Man, no Scorch. The world was normal, and the Gladers got to live on, as their memories slowly came back. There is no Scorch, and no reason to put them in the maze. What was all this?

I give James Dashner all the credit for these characters. He created them, and I have encorperated them into this story. Thank- You Mr. James Dashner, for I would not be able to make this story without your creation of these amazing characters.

Thomas

We wake up in an apartment. Everybody is scattered all over the place, calm as if the Maze never happened. I wishes that this could have all been a dream, that I hadn't just lost a close friend to whom I promised that he would get here. Images flashed in my head about Chuck, and I got teary- eyed.

Minho walked over. " Hey, shuck-face, don't go all whiney baby on me. We're out of that klunk maze! What's wrong with your shuck head?" He slapped me on the back. Somehow, I suppressed a smile onto his face, and by Minho's reaction, it looked real.

I look around the room at all who made it. I don't see Zart, and I stop when I think of Chuck. All I care about is Theresa. I look around to find her. Where is she.

My eyes spot her in the corner, probably processing this all. I don't want to disturb her, but I decide not to anyway, when someone walks in the door. We all get up as the sounds of metal against metal pound in our ears, reminding me too much of my time in the box. A man walks in the room, not looking much different from us, and he says he's from WICKED. He says that we are in the real world now, that we don't have to do anything more than the maze. He then walks out and tells us all to follow him.

We walk outside of a giant metal building. There sits many cars. Each one has a man in a suit standing outside the door. Each man holds a piece of paper with a few names on it. I look around to see which one has my name on it. I see my name. I walk up to the man in the front, who holds a slip with 2 other names. I don't bother to read it until I get in the car. The other two are Minho and Newt. I'm guessing when they watched us in the Maze through those Beatle Blades, they saw who we were closest to. Of course, I probably would've been with Chuck, if he hadn't been killed by shuck-faced klunk-head Gally, who I am hoping is dead.
When the other two got in the car, we drove.