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Covered in Scars- prologue
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In the early hours of the morning the glade was in complete silence, as the gladers slept on in their man made huts.The life in the glade was simple, waking up each morning and having a set routine- doing the same job and eating the same foods. This relatively peaceful life was always somewhat overshadowed by the reality of their situation, them living like this wasn’t a choice even if it made the days go quicker when they forced themselves to forget this fact. However the reliability of their routine was comforting, it gave everyone left a sense of having a stable life- not the could remember what ‘normal’ was.
Whilst for each role there was a an ‘organiser’, the undesignated leader amongst the remaining gladers was Thomas- during W.I.C.K.E.D.s final attempt to get rid of them, before that in itself become an unnecessary expense, he had been the reason so many of them had survived.
It was only until a few months after the ‘Finale’ that the gladers realised that W.I.C.K.E.D had abandoned them to their own devices- after they had realised how to kill a griever, Thomas had theorised that they had somehow ruined their twisted experiment. But like so much about their current situation, it was just another theory.
The gladers sometimes wondered why they were the ones in the glade, having next to no information on how W.I.C.K.E.D had got ahold them.To them the only chance they had at finding their true identities had died with the last attack from the organisation.For now they were stuck in the maze with no way out.
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The loud repetitive whipping noise that filled the air was foreign and instantly had the gladers on high alert, Thomas had motioned for everyone but the fighters to take cover as they recognised the advanced technology as W.I.C.K.E.D.
Chaos erupted as the remaining gladers took to their posts, waiting for the signal from their leader to attack or flee.
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The room was brought to an instant silence, as what was seen via their drone was broadcasted back to their control room.The individuals sat in shock as the footage continued to stream- what was meant to be a simple routine surveillance on local wildlife had turned into a random discovery.
As the gladers managed to bring the drone to the glade floor the cameras in the control room went black, as the room exploded into panic and frantic questions.
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