Have you guys heard of The Maze Runner?

... Guys? [He's standing in the Scorch by the safe haven waiting for the portal to open before they're attacked by monsters. He's almost certain that Wicked's playing a trick on him]

[She stops herself from addressing the entirety of Dark City for a couple of days. The idea of it unsettles her, makes her nervous, but she steels herself against the possible backlash after two nights of being unable to sleep due to the guilt she feels over the couple who wandered into the maze and got trapped, over the werewolf with Aris's face who'd gone in to keep them safe.

Maybe she can prevent it from happening again. The three of them had gotten lucky. The next people might not.]

For those of you who don't know it, or even those of you who do...there's a Maze outside the Safe Zone. You shouldn't go in there for any reason -- not ever, but especially not at night. You could get trapped inside and there are monsters who guard it. Big ones. It's incredibly dangerous, and it's from my world.

[Teresa]
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[Teres


[18+]
Did anyone else go through a time warp when they came here?

[Tony]
Can you take me around today. I want to see everything.

So hypothetically if one was to enter a maze and then the doors shut...how would that person go about getting out of said maze?

Some girl is offering to pay me to talk to Minho for her. [He definitely sounds suspicious.]

[Minho slumps to the floor, almost like he'd melted.] What happens when he runs out of Launcher gr -- [He suddenly stops and looks around, realizing he's suddenly not where he's supposed to be.]

[He's still not sure why Ari's mad at him but he doesn't like it so she'll be waking up to these with a very sloppy scribbled note "Ari. Your personnalty is pretty like thees flowers. Love Mal."]

[Sara]
Wanna go to the water today?

[When she awakes from the darkness of the small, gas filled room, she finds herself in the middle of the Scorch again. The brightness, the heat are disorienting. She no longer has the blanket she had before to protect her from the sun. The glare of the light makes her feel nauseated and increases the pain in her head tenfold.

All she can think of is her brother. She spins around in the sand, looking but seeing no one. Newt isn't there. Neither is Teresa.

No one is there. She is alone.

There's dried blood in her hair, on her face, and every inch of her body hurts from being dragged up the mountain against her will, her clothes torn and dirty and blood-stained. Her shoulder aches from the gunshot wound she hasn't fully recovered from. The wind picks up and swirls around her as she stands there, hair whipping around in the wind, getting into her eyes and mouth. She doesn't see the tablet.]

I know you're watching! [She's screaming the words, angry and terrified and confused.] I know you are! [They're always watching. Always monitoring.] Where is he!? Where's my brother? WHERE IS HE!?