(A/N: Two in one day?! You lucky, little sods, you!... that was said in a broad Yorkshire accent, by the way... Also, sorry for such a short chapter, but, in fairness, you have already gotten two today!)

Chapter 6

Minho couldn't believe that just a few hours ago, they'd been having a good time, believing fully they were out of harm's way, finally free from WICKED, safe at last. Now? Now there were a load of crazy people who looked like zombies trying to break in through the windows. It was a good thing the windows had bars over them, but it made Minho wonder if whoever had built this place had done that deliberately in preparation for an attack from these people.

They'd seen some people like the ones outside last night on the bus. How many of these crazy, flesh-rotted, zombie-like people were there? And why did they keep coming after the Gladers? Although, they weren't technically Gladers anymore; they'd escaped from the Maze.

Complete insanity reigned, not just outside, within the dormitory, too. And little wonder. All the boys were panicking, terrified of what was going on. Even Minho felt incredibly scared, although he would never admit that to anyone. But just maybe he did let it show a little. It was kind of hard not to be scared in a situation like that.

He glanced over at the bed Thomas was in and forced down a wave of panic when he saw his friend was still asleep. He'd been asleep for quite a while now and was showing no signs of waking up anytime soon. With all the noise, Minho thought Thomas would've at least started to stir. It wasn't like he was a heavy sleeper, either - life in the Maze had prevented them all from lots of sleep. It looked like something was bothering Thomas, even through unconsciousness. The Runner started to wonder if the people from WICKED had done something to him again. That would be the last thing they needed at this point in time.

No, no, he tried to tell himself, we're safe now. The people who rescued us will sort this out - they have this under control!

But something told him they were on their own again. Something bad had happened and things were only going to get worse.

One of the boys ran past just then - too fast to see who it was - and his shirt came up just a little. Minho blinked in surprise. He could have sworn he saw black markings on the boy's back. He decided he was just seeing things and got back to the matter at hand.

Little did he know how much of an impact a few small words in black ink would have on them all shortly. The Scorch Trials had already begun...