There You Will Find Me
A/N: I got this idea earlier tonight and decided to yet again write it out and see if it went anywhere. Not sure if I'm going to continue it. It depends on how I like it. –MoonlitShadow
Prologue
Gally's eyes fluttered open as he felt himself rising upwards. He had done it. He had tried to kill Thomas just as they wanted. His brows furrowed in confusion though when he noticed that he was now suspended above the room in the Griever loading dock looking down at what looked like two dead bodies amongst many others. He squinted as he tried to see who they were and tried to move closer but was surprised when an unseen force drove him down next to one of the bodies. There lying on the floor was him. His blonde hair was caked with blood as his mouth lay open in a permanent surprised expression. His chest had blood trickling out of it from a large hole right through the middle.
His eyes widened when he saw that he wasn't moving. Panic began to set in as he looked around the room and noticed that Thomas and the others were gone leaving him alone in the cold, dark room. He jumped when a door off to the side opened and tons of armed guards raced into the room. He watched as they cleared the room before turning and facing a woman that he knew all too well. Ava Paige made her way down into room with a pleased smile fixed firmly on her face.
Several lab technicians in white lab coats followed after her recording her every word with their high tech tablets. "Phase One, Maze Trial complete. Losses, 12. Survivors, 9." She said as she eyed Gally's body that lay in a pool of blood on the floor. Gally's eyes widened when two masked technicians picked his body up off of the floor and loaded it onto a rolling cart making his breath catch in his throat. Ava Paige glanced down at his now cold form and shook her head. "Shame. He was quite promising." She said before she moved on to the other body that lay strewn on the floor.
It was then that he realized it. He was dead. He had died. But how? How had he died? He didn't feel anything. Surely when you died you felt something. His brows furrowed and he quickly followed the two masked technicians as they wheeled his body out the door and down a long hallway. The white fluorescent lights flickered ominously above him as he followed them into a room that said Morgue. He watched as they took his body off of the cart and placed it onto one of the many long, metal tables in the room before covering it with a plain white sheet.
He couldn't believe it. He had died. And he hadn't even realized it. Well, now he did. But how did he not know he had died when he was dying? He shook his head and crossed his arms uncomfortably over his chest as he stared at the body that used to be his. So this was it. He was dead. He looked around the room and tested his voice quietly finding that he could still speak. "Now what?" He rasped out as he looked around the room. He turned quickly when a second body was wheeled into the room. He looked over at its face and was surprised to see Chuck laying face up with his eyes glazed over in a forever cold stare. His eyes scanned the young boy's body until he spotted the remains of a bloody gunshot wound that lay right over his heart. Gally felt tears come to his eyes and he let out a quiet sniffle realizing that there was no one around anymore to see him cry. That was when he became confused again. If he had died and was here, where was Chuck? He looked around the room and noticed that the pudgy young boy was nowhere to be found. Throwing his hands up in the air out of sheer exasperation he watched as the technicians lifted Chuck's body on top of the table next to his own and placed another plain white sheet over it.
Gally licked his lips and looked around the room one more time before deciding that he had had enough of the creepy and deadly quiet room. He rolled his eyes as his brain registered his tongue in cheek play on words. He followed the two technicians down the hall where they eventually met up with a large group of lab workers who were gathered around a large table. He watched as a screen appeared in the middle of the table and they all proceeded to enter different codes into keyboards on the side. "What the..?" He said as he stepped closer and saw that there on the screen appeared the remains of what used to be the Glade. His eyes widened as they scanned the fiery scene. He could see the remnants of what used to be the Homestead off to the side and the Blood House still on fire as a dead quiet filled the room. So that was what was left of his home. His breath hitched in his throat as he turned away from the desolate scene.
The Glade had been the only home he had ever known and to see in such a state left an empty hole in his chest, right beside the other one that Minho had made with his spear. His eyes filled with tears as he turned back around and watched the lab workers zoom in on the screen where he could see the remains of Griever parts and other signs of death still lingering in their once beautiful home. He had been so proud of all they had done in the Glade. And now, as he watched it burn to the ground he found that none of it seemed to matter. They had all struggled for years and had made it flourish so well only for him to see it destroyed, dead and lifeless on the screen in front of him. He had a fleeting thought of wondering if the other ghosts of the dead Gladers who had died before him were still there amongst the flames. The thought shook him to the core as he watched the images on the screen change to ones of what looked like some sort of desert.
There trudging across the large dunes of sand was Thomas, Newt, Minho and the others as they made their way towards what looked like a city in the distance. He watched as the screens showed each of their vital signs and the waves that their brains produced. His brows furrowed as he watched them talk about and analyze each one. Suddenly, the picture of Winston that held his vital signs and brain patterns disappeared and a long drawn out beeping sound filled the room. "Subject D3 Winston, deceased." The words flashed across the screen where only moments before Winston's heartbeat had been.
Gally ran a hand over his face before shaking his head and taking a seat against the wall in the back of the room. He stared at the bright white tiles in anger as he wondered how Winston had died. Was it quick? Did he feel it? Winston had been his best friend in the Glade. Did that mean that his best friend's ghost was now lost forever in the desert that seemed to go on for miles? It all made him angry as he clenched and unclenched his fists. Something had to be done. There were too many lives that had been lost already, including his own. Glancing back up at the screen that showed the surviving Gladers making their way through impossible conditions, he knew that there had to be a way to stop this before any more of them lost their lives. Leaning his head back against the wall of the lab, he closed his eyes and listened to the sounds of clicking keyboards and low voices as he began to devise a plan to save those who hadn't bothered to save him.