The world has been destroyed.
It was mostly a repeat of the Dust Bowl back in the 1930s.
Except worse.
No food, no water, only the remains of what was left in old grocery stores.
Which were buried.
Deeply buried.
I, for one, think that this is all just one big test. Or at least, that's what they told us.
They?
Oh, have I not told you?
They are the reason why Delilah and I are out here. In this horrible, scary, terrifying nightmare they call-
"Charlie!"
Charlie scrunched her face and slammed her journal shut. She slowly lifted her head to look at her closest friend, Delilah.
"Why do you even bother with that thing?" she grabbed it from Charlie's hands and flipped through the pages.
"I don't know," Charlie swiped it back and tucked it away into her backpack. "I guess it makes me feel like everything is normal, like I'm back with-"
"Duck!" Delilah pushed Charlie down and the two were now lying flat on their stomachs, as bullets shot right above them.
These attacks, as weird as it seems, were now considered normal for the group. But even this was better than going back.
AN: This story is a Maze Runner fanfiction and the main charters are Thomas, Newt, Delilah and Charlie
written by Charlotte_Eagle (Me) and Bella Kae (P.S go check out her other stories on her account)