I can't feel my arms, or my legs. Or anything for that matter but I can sense my surroundings. And I'm definitely not in the scorch anymore.
I'm in some kind of city that's very busy and it's not like the world W.I.C.K.E.D told us about. There are children playing around in the parks, cars on the motorway and people going to work.
But then I look around more closely and see that the children aren't having fun, they're talking and crying. Cars on the motorway are stuck in traffic, the drivers shouting at each other. And the adults aren't concentrating and snapping at every single person who gets in their way. However there are the odd few who have smirks on their faces – as if they're proud that the world's like this.
Then the scene changes and I'm taken to what looks like the capital city and I gasp when I see the state it's in. There are riots everywhere and places on fire. People are protesting about something. Something must have happened and everyone is depressed because of it.
I want to know what the reason, and it doesn't take long to find out the reason. I don't know how I didn't notice this beforehand but there are posters everywhere – of me and all of the Gladers, boys and girls. But there was mainly posters of me, Newt, Aris, Rachel, Thomas and Teresa. And at the bottom of each poster was a different slogan, some like: 'You promised it was only the maze' 'Give us our children back' 'Too many have suffered, free them'.
I knew we weren't supposed to be in the scorch but why were we? I don't think anyone knew about Rachel and Chuck's death because there was still people with banner up for them coming back. I felt sick about how W.I.C.K.E.D were torturing us for a cure – the public didn't even want it, they would rather have us than a cure for some disease.
Then I felt like I was falling through the ground headed straight for the middle of the earth. As I was falling to my death I started screaming.
Then I woke up with people calling my name and the sun burning my eyes. There was a stinging sensation in my throat and I realised it was because I was screaming at the top of my lungs. I stopped screaming and looked around at the girl's faces, showing a mixture of worry and anger.
"How long have I been out?" I asked.
"Do you remember what happened?" Teresa asked in a stern voice – she was definitely angry.
I went through the things I remembered in my head and gasped when I remembered about Minho.
"Minho." I whispered.
"I have to go and see if he's alright." I said. But I was stopped by Teresa and Maria and they said I wasn't going anywhere.
"How long have I been out?" I asked again.
"Two days." Frankie replied.
That long? It seemed like 5 minutes in my memory – if you could call it that.
"That means we've been out in the scorch for 8 days and we've got 6 days left in the scorch. Right?" I said but asked.
"Yep." Amelia said plopping the p.
"Did anything happen while I was out?" I asked.
"No." Teresa said quickly, almost too quickly.
"There was an explosion, we saw the boys head into a house and then there was an explosion in the same house. But we think no one was injured because afterwards we saw the hopefully the whole group of boys come out." Flo said.
I thanked Flo for telling me and smiled sweetly but my eyes were focused on Teresa and I was glaring daggers at her for not telling me.
I was worried, even though Flo said she thinks they all made it out alright, I'm still worried. She doesn't know anyone from my maze and can't guarantee they all made it out ok let alone alive.
To take my mind off of it I changed the subject. "What do we do now?" I asked.
"Well, we've got 6 days left so we'll rest for the rest of today and then tomorrow we'll walk over the sand dunes and sleep again. And in two days' time we'll surprise the boys by coming over the sand dunes and then we'll take Thomas and kill him." Teresa replied. I regretted changing the subject now, it just reminded me of how I have to kill my best friend.
That night we rested and I had a peaceful sleep for in what felt like forever.