Maze Runner: Scorch Trials Zombies Novels & Stories

I was hanging by a thread by this point. All I could see was blood. My dress was even more torn. I was bleeding from different parts of my body. I struggled to stand from the loss of blood. Lucas laughed at the sight in front of him. I could hear genuine happiness from the way he sounded and soon enough, Mia's laugh joined in. She had also come to watch my demise. The wolves were vicious, angry and I was the perfect prey for them. They rounded me again and one of them lunged for me and I dodged it but another one jumped on me from behind and its teeth sunk into my arm.

"Amaranth, you must have been begging me to save you, too, didn’t you? You must have felt so hopeless because of my dismissal. I could have saved you…" Then, tears began to stream from his face. "And yet, I chose to save this murderer and abandoned you… You and our baby. You must hate me..." Soon, the flames spread throughout the room. Reya had curled up from the pain of being scorched alive. She ended up in a similar state I was in when I died. Despite witnessing the tragedy, there was nothing I could do to call for help. Luther looked on at the horrifying display before calmly stepping into the column of smoke.

I felt my stomach churn. “In each round, tasks will be assigned. Completion leads to progression. Failure leads to elimination.” “Elimination?” I repeated. Nova whispered, “It means death, sweetheart.” I swallowed hard, trying to steady my breathing. The screen flashed again, showing symbols, maps, and glowing red sectors. “Round One: Orientation Phase – Trial of Fear.” “Objective: Escape the Maze alive.” The floor beneath us rumbled. A huge section of the wall slid open, revealing a dark tunnel lined with flickering lights. A low mechanical growl echoed from inside it.

It was bliss. It was already past 6 p.m. when we got to the location. ‘A park? That’s your special place?’ ‘I mean, everyone goes to a park or has been to parks uncountable times.’ ‘Relax, Evans. You’re so impatient. We’ve not even gotten to the best part yet. Come on.’ He dragged me by my hands and ran into the field. He literally took me to the visual gaming section, where we had to compete with each other.

Hundreds of them, their red eyes glowing in the dark, sprinting toward the barricade with jagged energy weapons drawn. But Ren knew what they really were. A desperate mob of starving citizens from the Undercity, trying to break out of the quarantine zone to find food and clean water in Sector 7. "Target rich environment!" Leo laughed, entirely consumed by the thrill of the game. He leveled his rotary heavy machine gun and pulled the trigger. The depleted-uranium rounds tore down the length of the bridge. The physics engine dynamically rendered the slaughter, shredding the "alien" hitboxes and sending purple pixels spraying across the asphalt. The Scourge models were thrown backward, their ra

Couldn't erase the scars, the broken bones that had healed wrong, the poison slowly killing her wolf. Couldn't bring back the strength they'd once had. "There you are." Luna spun to find Helen striding toward her. "Shouldn't you be inside?" Luna wrapped her arms around herself. "Celebrating with Damon?" "I wanted to talk to you." Helen's expression was unreadable. "Sister to sister." "We're not sisters. Not anymore." "No?" Helen tilted her head. "Because I'm fucking your mate? Luna, darling, you can't lose what you never really had."

The blinding white light and the blast caused several zombies to stagger and growl in pain. But the effect didn't last. They recovered quickly, their red eyes remaining fixed on Bima and his Indomie. "It's not working!" Bima growled. This flare only worked on Shadow Crawlers, not sugar-addicted zombies. "Maybe their weakness isn't light, but heat!" Riska shouted. "The flare gun produces high heat!" "Damn! Our flares are limited!" Bima retorted. The Sucrose Zombies began to charge, moving faster than Bima had expected. Their bloated feet trampled the floor with a sticky, squelching sound. The scent of rotting vanilla grew even more pungent.

After commanding the male and female zombies on what to do, they rushed forward wildly. Even though ordinary zombies did not possess intellect, but if there were zombies of the same kind that were stronger, they would naturally follow their lead. Soon, a thousand or so zombies had been drawn over. The scene stunned the Scorpion Guardian and Ms. Maren. Lucas grinned. With this many zombies, he would be able to fuse Rank 1 male and female zombies. “Since the zombies have fled, we should continue where we left off!” The Scorpion Guardian said to Ms. Maren with a sneer.

The zombies would be attracted to places where humans gathered—that was why the safe zones had suffered the zombie onslaught. Some of the zombies in the area surrounded our car. I put the pedal to the metal and ran them over. An hour later, we finally made it out of the city and onto the highway. Emmett and I took turns driving. Even though we traveled 24 hours straight, what should have been a four- to five-hour trip out of the city took us two days. Too many roads had been blocked by abandoned cars, and we'd had to take several detours. There were few zombies on the highway, and we drove along silently. It was almost as if things had gone back to how they'd been before the apocalypse.

she said, finding my confused gaze again. "Aaron? But their nests are impossible to find. Not unless... light have mercy," I said, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest. "We're gonna go," Lills mumbled, getting to her feet. I nodded, too lost for words to find the one's that would make her stay. Scorchers were dangerous, a militia that stood outside the rules and laws the rest of us lived by. They were those who'd committed their lives to the destruction of every non human creature beyond the borders of the Diarna, the furthest mining town in the south. They married their work and bred for numbers. They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze