Hi everyone! This is my first fanfic on this account. I have another account but I got logged out of it. But here is my first fanfic. It's about the Maze Runner.
And of course, it's about Minho, my personal favorite. Spoilers for Death Cure.
Minho was tired. That was the first thing he realized when they made it to paradise. But he wasn't just physically tired. He was emotionally tired. His mind felt like it would shut off any second. His whole body did. But he wouldn't let himself sleep. He couldn't tell if he was still in WICKED or if he was actually in paradise. He couldn't tell if WICKED was still playing the game in his head. He looked around and saw everyone sleeping. And he meant everyone.
He looked at Newt, who was sleeping in the hammock which was next to his. Newt had barely made it. He looked over at blank homock next to Thomas. Thomas wouldn't let anyone sleep there. It was in memory of Teresa. He then looked at Thomas. He didn't know what he would do without him. But he didn't know what he would be like now that Teresa had died. And then there was Gally. Minho still had no idea how he had survived. Minho threw a spear through his chest, how would he have survived. But Minho still couldn't believe if they had actually made it.
He got up and left the tent. He stared out over the ocean. Still not believing he was here. Most of him believed he had made. He had made it. But some part of him wanted it to be a dream. Wanted to have not made it. He's not sure which one is right. If he was dreaming or living.
But now that he is thinking about it more, he wants it to be a dream. He wants to wake up and be in that stupid room. With WICKED doing those stupid tests on him. At least then Teresa would be alive. He himself wasn't a big fan of Teresa, but Thomas was. If this was real, Thomas wouldn't be able to go on. He would change. If Thomas changed, then so would Newt. Then Frypan. And then he would be the only one left. But then he would change too. He knows he should sleep, just so he can be able to tell if he's in a dream or in real life. But he needs a little more time.
He stares out into the ocean. Hoping, wishing that this was a dream. He sighs, and walks back inside the tent. Lays down in his hammock, and falls asleep.
That's it! Now I made two alternate endings for this. I'll post both of them in a couple days! Please follow, favorite, and review! XD
