I sprinted through the compound, desperately looking for a way back to Thomas. I had to get to him, I had to warn him. I sprinted around the corner and screamed as I ran straight into someone.

"Y/N!" Thomas exclaimed.

"We have to go. We have to leave right now." I panted. Thomas's eyebrows furrowed as he looked at Minho.

"Why, what's happened-."

"It's WICKD, we're still in WICKD, they still have us." I spoke. Their eyes widened.

"How do you know?" Minho asked.

"The guards took me for a medical, and on the sheet, it said WICKD. This is still them." I choked. Thomas looked at me.

"We have to get out of here." He nodded before grabbing my hand and starting to run into the direction that him and Minho had come from.

Thomas, Minho and I sprinted back to their room.

"Newt! Frypan! Let us in, it's us!" Thomas yelled, hammering his fist against the door. We rushed in as the door opened.

"You found Y/N." Newt smiled, looking at me.

"We also found out that this is still WICKD." Minho panted. Their eyes widened.

"What?" Frypan scoffed.

"They took me to get a medical examination. The nurse seemed really off, and then when she went to talk to the guards, I saw "WICKD" on the top of her clipboard. We're still there." I choked. They looked at me.

"What do we do?" Newt asked, making us all look at Thomas.

"We run. We pack our shit up, and we run." He nodded. We all returned it before rapidly packing our stuff back into the rucksacks.

The five of us ran along the corridor, looking for the way out.

"Wait, shouldn't we be taking Teresa too?" Newt asked. I sighed and looked at Thomas as we came to a halt.

"You need to tell them." I whispered. He sighed and nodded before turning around to face them.

"We're not taking her, no." he shook his head.

"Why not? She's one of us." Minho scoffed.

"No, she's not. I'm sorry, I should have told you this a long time ago, but she betrayed us." He admitted. The boys' eyes widened.

"What are you talking about?" Frypan asked. Thomas sighed.

"She was in contact with WICKD virtually the whole time that she was in the maze, that's why she was sent in. That's why we broke up, because she told me and I couldn't stand to look at her after knowing that she could have gotten us all killed, so I ended it. She was responsible for everything that started to go wrong, everything that Gally and her blamed Y/N for. I'm not leaving with her." He shook his head.

"Why didn't you tell us? We're meant to be brothers." Minho scoffed.

"I know, and I'm sorry, but I knew that if I told people, she'd be put into the maze to die, and nothing bad had happened at the time. But I'm sorry." He nodded. The boys sighed and looked at each other.

"All that matters now is getting out. But no more secrets, okay?" Newt spoke.

"I promise. I promise all of you." He replied, taking my hand and making me smile.

"What are you doing out of your rooms?" we turned around and our eyes widened as a guard stood there.

"Run!" Thomas yelled.

"Hey! Stop!" the guard yelled as we started to run again.

"We need to get a weapon, or they'll shoot us easily." Minho spoke as we ran.

"How do we do that?" Thomas gulped as we sprinted around the corner. Minho's eyes widened.

"I've got an idea." He spoke, jolting to a stop.

"Minho, we need to keep going." Newt scoffed.

"I've got a plan." He nodded. My eyes widened.

"I know what you're going to do, and I feel like it's my duty as your sister to tell you, this is a shit plan." I nodded. He smirked and winked at me before starting to run back towards the corner.

"Minho!" Thomas yelled. Minho shouted out as he collided with the guard, knocking the guard against the wall and rendering him unconscious. He picked up the gun and looked at us.

"We have a weapon." He smiled.

"Nice job." Thomas chuckled before we started to run again.

We ran along the corridor, half a dozen guards chasing after us. Thomas turned around to fire at the guards every so often.

"There it is!" Minho yelled as we quickly approached the door.

"Thomas, wait!" Thomas turned around and his eyes widened. I stopped too and gulped as Janson stood there.

"You don't want to leave. Trust me." He spoke, slowly walking towards us.

"Why the fuck not?" he spat. Janson looked at him.

"She hasn't told you yet." He smirked. Thomas looked at me.

"Told me what?" he asked. Janson looked at me.

"She's pregnant, Thomas." He lied. My eyes widened, as did Thomas's as he looked at me.

"What?" he choked.

"You son of a bitch." I spat.

"Thomas, your baby will never survive out in the scorch. The only way to keep it, and you safe, is for you to stay here." Janson nodded. I looked at Thomas to see a tear leaving his eye as they wavered.

"Don't listen to him, Tom, he's lying." I choked. Thomas looked at me.

"Are you sure?" he asked, another tear rolling down his face.

"I promise, but right now, we have to go, I'll explain later." I nodded. He gulped harshly before looking back at Janson.

"What will it be, Thomas? Your friends, or your girlfriend and unborn baby?" Janson asked. Thomas clenched his jaw as he raised the gun and shot one of the guards.

"Run!" he yelled. My eyes widened as we turned around and started sprinting towards the door. Thomas's eyes widened as they started to close.

"Guys, run!" Newt shouted as him and Minho crouched under the door.

"Come on." Thomas panted as he grabbed my hand and made us run faster. We slipped under the door, getting to Newt, Frypan and Minho before it shut. We panted and coughed as we regained our breath.

"Why was he saying that you're pregnant?" Thomas asked. The boys' eyes widened.

"What?" Newt asked, looking at me. I sighed.

"As part of my medical, I was asked if I could be pregnant. I said that I could be, so the doctor did a pregnancy test. It came back negative, but I guess that Janson thought he could lie about it to make us stay." I explained. Thomas looked at me.

"Is there any way that it could be wrong? Is there any chance whatsoever that you could be pregnant?" he choked. I shook my head.

"Pregnancy tests these days have a zero percent chance of being wrong. If it says that I'm not pregnant, I'm not pregnant." I reassured, holding his face. He choked and nodded as he placed his hands over mine.

"Guys, we need to go, we need to go now." Minho nodded. Thomas returned it, quickly kissing me before taking my hand.

"Let's get out of this fucking hellhole." He spoke.