Credit for the idea goes to shaytheloser, and the request is from @RebeccaLooby. Thank you so much shaytheloser for asking me to write this request, I had a lot of fun with it, and thank you @RebeccaLooby for being patient with me while I was getting it written. Anyways I hope you enjoy the first chapter of this miny series, and I hope it does shaytheloser's original writing justice.

Commands were being shouted between WICKED guards as you and your friends ran down random hallways, trying to escape from the facility you had just arrived in the night before. Your feet pounded on the ground, and your heart pumped in your chest as you ran from the guards, still very confused from what Thomas had discovered. You werent safe here, and they werent planning on taking you to the Safe Haven. These were the same people who had sent you up into the maze two years ago. The same people who sat by as they watched your friends die. This was no Safe Haven, and these were not good people.

"Come on guys! Were almost to the door," Thomas exclaims from the front of the group. You turn one more corner, and at the end of the hall you are met with a large sliding door.

"Thomas get the door open," you snap while you take the gun you had picked up off of a unconcious guard and start shooting at the other guards running around the corner. You hear mumbled curses coming from behind you, and seconds later Thomas walks up beside you, a second gun in hand.

"Minho keep working on it," he mumbles just as Janson and five other guards walk around the corner, stepping over the unconcious bodies of the other guards.

"Thomas. You're making a big mistake," Janson says as Minho and Newt continue to struggle with the keycard that refuses to work.

"Just open the door Janson," Thomas shouts.

"You few survived the maze, but you wouldnt last a day out in the Scorch. If the elements don't kill you, the cranks will," Janson continues, walking closer to your group.

"Open the damn door," you snap, cocking your gun, your finger on the trigger.

"You all could help a lot of people." He keeps walking closer towards you and your friends, but you didnt miss the fact that his right hand was reaching down towards his back pocket. You and Thomas back up until your back with the rest of the boys, and you start mentally threatening Winston and the boy he ran off with.

"Most of you are immune. What we do here isnt cruel. Were trying to save lives, but we need your help," he continues. Just as he finishes his sentence, the door behind you slides open, and you glance back at it to see Winston and the boy he ran off with on the other side. When you turn back to Janson and the guards, he had a small hand gun raised, aiming it at Thomas.

"Thomas move," you shove him out of the way, suddenly feeling a searing pain in your arm. You ignore it as you and the gladers run through the door, Winston already closing it, and busting the keypad on the other side with a fire extinguisher. You kept running, finally making it to the main door, and out into the night. Sand blasted in your face, scratching at your exposed arms and legs, and it was hard to keep track of where all of the boys were going when you could only see three feet in front of you.

"(Y/n) get down!" Thomas grabs your hand, and pulls you down to the ground behind a sand dune just before a beam from a flashlight can be seen shining over the mound. Your arm stings as the sand blows on it, and you have to bite down on your tongue to stop from groaning in pain. Thomas has his arm laid over your waist, his fingers gripping your side a little tighter than necessary, but the feeling grounded you enough to think about something other than your stinging arm.

Once the beam from the flashlight moves away from your hiding spot, Thomas pulls you up and runs off after Teresa, leaving you at the back of the group with Frypan.

"Teresa wait up," Thomas exclaims.

"In here," she tells everyone, looking into a building through a hole in the roof. She climbs inside before sliding down a giant mound of sand that went all the way to the roof.

"Ok come on guys. Go, go, go, go, go." Thomas ushers everyone inside, before following right behind you.

You finally get inside, and you sigh in relief, glad to not have sharp specks of sand whipping at your eyes and arm, which you just now realized was more painful than you realized, and you felt a hot, sticky liquid trickle from the wound that you had yet to inspect. Thomas has everyone start looking around for supplies that you all could use, and you look around for a scrap of cloth to use as a bandage. Teresa helps you gently wipe as much of the sand as she can from the wound, and ties it off with a strip of an old tee-shirt. Apparently the bullet didnt go through your arm, just scraped past the side, but it was deep enough to draw blood.

After your arm was tied off, you went to go find some clothes that would work better in the Scorch than sweatpants and a tanktop. You and Teresa found tables upon tables of clothes, some of them so torn up you couldnt tell how they were supposed to be worn. You were able to find an old, beat up, black, leather jacket with a few holes in the sleeves, a pair of black hiking boots, some thick work pants, and a red longsleeve shirt with a missing sleeve. It wasnt exactly a good look on you, but when you looked over at Teresas outfit, you decided not to complain.

While you were changing you glanced off to the side to see Newt readjusting Frypans gaze, because like the absolute boy that he was, he had been watching you and Teresa change.

"What," Frypan giggles like a child, almost making you laugh. Being the only girl in the Glade for two years, you got used to the boys peeking into your room, or trying to catch you walking out of the showers. You got used to it, but that didnt mean you were just going to allow it. You got sent to the slammer multiple times for getting into fights with boys for looking at you while you were changing, but Alby and Newt were normally on your side, so they kept your punishments as low as possible.

"Dude there were like eighty girls back in the cafeteria. Can't you just daydream about them," you say sarcastically, making Teresa laugh along with you.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he says, trying to act clueless.

"Don't worry girls I'll keep an eye on him. Just hurry up before I have to bloody restrain him from going over there," Newt jokes, making you, Teresa, Frypan, and himself laugh before going back to searching.

After you finished changing, you were able to find a few water bottles, and an old grey backpack with a few cans of beans in it. There was enough room in it for you to stuff a few spare jackets and teeshirts into the bottom, causing the backpack to bulge out when you zipped it up. When you looked up you momentarily panicked, because none of your friends were in your sight. You must have wandered farther than you realized.

"Teresa? Frypan? Minho?" You started calling out to your friends as you ran to different shops, but no luck. "Newt! Winston! Thomas!" You were panicking, and your heart was racing. They wouldnt just leave you. Would they? No. Maybe Thomas and Teresa hadnt known you for that long, or that other kid you still didnt know the name of, but Newt, Minho, Winston, and Frypan would definetly notice if you were gone. "Guys!" Still no response.

Your next cry to try and find them is cut off by a low growl coming from somewhere near you. It was too dark to see much, and you couldnt pinpoint where the sound was. Suddenly lights turn on through out the building, and just as the lights over your head flicker to life, a figure jumps out at you from behind a couch. You jump to the side, just for another figure to jump at you. Before you can look back to see what was trying to attack you, or what direction you were even going, you sprint away from the immediate danger. Snarls and growls can be heard from behind you, and you didnt have to look back to see that they, whatever they are, were close.

Your heart was beating so fast that your brain wasnt actually processing what turns you were making, or which way you were running. All you knew was that you had to find the guys, and you had to get away from these things alive to do that. You turn right and start running up an escalator, stumbling over some of the steps.

A noise, the most horrifying screach you had ever heard, distracts the things chasing you, and once you get to the top of the escalator you turn to see they had completely forgotten about you, deciding to run after the noise. This is the first time you get a good look at the creatures. They were running like humans, but their arms were sticking out in unatural ways, and their back were hunched forward in a way that looked extremely uncomfortable. But the most disturbing thing about them was not their posture. It was the fact that some of them were missing eyes, or hands, or whole arms. Their skin was all scabbed and blood covered their clothes, not to mention the dark black veins they had running through their bodies. They were absolutly hideous, close to  something a child would dream is hiding under their bed.

The stupid part of your brain was telling you to follow them, and that maybe you would find the guys, but the smart part of your brain told you to get the hell out of there. You decided to be smart, something Alby would applaude you for if he were still around, and run off down a hallway on the second floor. You push through a rusty door, and on the other side is what looks to be an old gun shop. Bullet shells and crushed cardboard boxes with faded pictures of different types of guns on the sides are scatterd about the room.

You decide to hide out here for the night. The only thing you would get from going out right now is an attack from a crank.

With a deep breath, you slide your back down a wall, and lean your head back, closing your eyes. Way too much had happened in the past two weeks. First Thomas showed up, and from the moment you saw him you had this weird fluttery feeling in your stomach. You didnt know what it meant, so you couldnt tell if it was a good or bad thing. Then a few days later you werent the only girl in the Glade anymore. This would have been a relief had it not caused so much chaos and concern in the Glade. Grievers attacked the Glade, Alby died, Gally went crazy and tried to sacrifice Thomas and Teresa. Then before you knew it you were running through the maze next to Chuck and Jeff. You helped the boys fight off the grievers while Teresa and Chuck worked on unlocking the door. Next thing you knew you were standing in a room, with Gally aiming a gun at Thomas. Then Chuck was pushing him out of the way, and he ended up with a bullet in his chest, and a spear in Gally's. Then WICKED came in and dragged you away with the few of your friends that had survived. Now you were here.

You don't know how long you had sat there, or if you had even fallen asleep at all, but you sat up with a groan, rubbing your eyes with the heels of your hands. You cracked your back as you stood up, stretching your tired and aching muscles. Thats the one thing you didnt like about spending the night in the slammer. You didnt get any pillows or blankets.

Once you were fully awake, you decided to look around the room for anything that might be helpful in case you needed to defend yourself, and you assumed that was a highly likely possibility in a building full of cranks. Shuffling through the musty cardboard boxes, and a few camo tee-shirts, you were able to find a small pocket knife. Nothing else seemed very useful except maybe for burning material.

After tucking the pocket knife away, you slung the bulging backpack over your shoulder, and slowly opened the door leading into the mall. You crept out of the room, trying to be as quiet as possible, not wanting to disturb any nearby cranks. When you were sure nothing was about to jump out at you, you sighed in relief and started walking down yet another random hallway. The beam from your flashlight started flickering, and before you could even find a wall to grab onto to see where you were going, it shut off.

"Shuck," you mutter, clicking the on/off button multiple times. With another curse under your breath, you chuck the flashlight away, stumbling around to find a wall or table for you to grab onto.

"Minho. Did you hear that," a voice asks, sounding like it was coming from around the next corner. Flashlight beams could be seen moving around on the opposite side of the hallway from where the voices were coming, and you almost yelped, practically giddy to hear another voice.

"Minho? Thomas," you call out, recognizing the voice.

"(Y/n)!"

Thomas and Minho come running around the corner, and you see them both sigh in relief. You run up to Minho and throw your arms around his neck, letting him return the embrace for a moment before moving on to Thomas. Your hug with him was a little longer, and it felt different from your hug with Minho. It felt stronger in a way, and not like how tightly he was holding you, but there was more emotion, and if there was anyway for you to tell emotions, you would say Thomas had been genuinly worried about you. The thought makes a small grin creep onto your face, and you hug him tighter, burying your face in his shoulder.

"I can't believe you guys found me. I thought you all had left."

"I'll never leave you," Thomas whispers low enough for Minho to not hear.

"Hey, not that I don't enjoy my daily dose of (Y/n)/Thomas hugfest, but shouldnt we try to find the others," Minho asks. His comment makes you jump away from Thomas.

"The others! I thought they were with you," you exclaim.

"No we got seperated from them when we turned the lights on," Thomas admits rather sheepishly.

"Thanks for that. I can't even get a break from running when we're in the Scorch can I," you retort, fisting your hands on your hips. Thomas and Minho both chuckle nervously, knowing that they would probably get a larger punishment then a scolding from you when the time was more appropriate.

"Where should we start looking," Minho asks.

"I think the others are smart enough to know that it isnt safe in here, so maybe they're outside the building, or where there's more light," you suggest.

"So we make our way outside." Thomas states confidently.

"And if they're not there," Minho questions, and you can hear the worry and dread of the thought seaping into his words.

"I don't know," you admit. "But for now lets say that all of our friends are waiting for us outside, and that they're all ok."

Thomas and Minho could tell that you were trying your hardest to stay positive, but you had to face it. There was no way to stay positive out in the Scorch, stuck in a building full of man eating monster-human-zombie creatures, with close to no way to defend yourselves, and not knowing if any of your other friends were still alive.

You, Minho, and Thomas were walking side by side with each other, both of them swinging their flashlights from side to side to make sure no cranks were going to jump out at them. After countless turns and at least two hours of mindless wandering, you finally saw small streaks of daylight coming from a shattered window about four feet off the ground.

"Guys come on!" You run towards the broken window, and look through it, trying to see any of your surroundings past the edge, but with little luck. The shattered piece was just too small for you to climb through, so you and Thomas look around for something heavy to throw at it while Minho keeps watch.

"Here! We can use this." Thomas holds up a metal bar that was probably part of a shelving unit before it rusted off. Thomas starts smacking at the window, and with three hits, the whole window shatters. You cringe when you realize how loud the sound was, and all three of you slowly turn back to see if it had disturbed any cranks.

"(Y/n) you go first," Minho whispers slowly, the fear evident in his eyes. You quickly leap through the window, thankful for your thick boots so the glass didnt cut into your feet, and Thomas follow after you. Minho jumps through, and soon after all three of you are sprinting around to the opposite side of the mall, looking around for any signs of your friends. Minho found some footprints leading away from a door, and you, him, and Thomas agreed that once you made sure no one else was still there that you would follow them.

You had made it about halfway around the building, when you jolt to a stop because of a loud cry coming from inside the building. It was the exact same sound that you heard before all of the cranks had ran off, letting you go hide. Then one word was screamed from the darkness of the mall, not even the daylight allowing you to see inside through a dusty window.

"Help!"

Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed this first chapter of this miny series. Go check out the oneshot that this story is based on in shaytheloser's amazing TMR Imagines book, and comment what you think! Tell me if you like my new version of the Scorch Trials!

Anyways peace out guys! I love you all so much, and please stay safe and healthy!

Anna