Romans & histoires Who Dies In Maze Runner Scorch Trials

Who knows. I get distracted by some footsteps but I don’t look away from Mags, she’s my only focus. “If this is the sack of shit you want to defend, here he is. Viuda Negra dies tonight,” Dozer booms, as he drops Hugo on the ground, feet away. The male cries out in agony, though if he’s as high as I’m guessing he’s probably feeling a fraction of what he should. The Reeve’s eyes go wide as his arm with the gun lowers on its own. Mick doesn’t wait. We run toward him at full speed with all we have, just as I see a wolf I know to be Asher, also known as Missile, lunges from behind.

What I could see was everyone I’d ever cared about and the way they had died. It showed my grandmother sick in her bed. Duchess Christine in the end days of the Scorage. Duey being strangled. Then there were the others: Catherine being stabbed in battle. Aryk being hanged from a tree. Rose dying in a prison cell. Abby… Abby dead in her bed, still very much pregnant. “No,” I whispered. Then louder, “No!” Finally, I shouted, “NO! THIS ISN’T HOW IT ENDS!” “Oh, but it is,” a voice said from behind. Duey, and I spun around to see a beautiful woman standing in the middle of the room. “It’s been correct so far,” she came closer to us. “Right, Dupont?”

I lowered my hands and blinked—once. The blackness did not fade from my eyes. I turned slowly, letting the moment settle into the bones of those who bore witness. They would remember this. The soundless massacre. The smell of magic scorched by fire and corruption. The silence broke—by a scream. “No!” Mira’s voice cracked through the air like lightning. She sprinted toward one of the warriors—Toma, barely more than a boy—his body unmoving in the grass, burnt from the dark pulse I’d unleashed.

Alpha Thorne declared. "So be it." I started running toward the fire, shifting mid-stride. Behind me, I heard others following. Not everyone – but enough. The smoke grew thicker as we approached. Through the trees, I saw the overturned vehicles, the flames, the bodies. Rogues and pack wolves alike, scattered across the ground. But no Tehila. No Zane. I shifted back, searching. "Tehila!" "Over here!" Jamie called. I ran to him. He stood over a body, but it wasn't her. It was one of Zane's rogues, throat torn out.

“You both are my children who have endured tremendous pain, but rise from the fall like real leaders. You promise me that whatever happens, you protect each other.” I smile at her and Danya. “I promise, Mom.” “You have my word, Mary,” Danya says, squeezing her hand. “But we still have a problem.” “What?” Alek groans at her. “If it’s about that thing, it’s been taken care of.” “Wait. Kirk is dead?” Mom suddenly asks, and finally it’s sinking in. “Yes. He died, suffocated inside his burning diner, Mary,” Alek says, making me and Danya share a look. “There’s nothing much left to retrieve but ashes.”

‎ ‎I lit the pyre next to Vexa’s a young scout named Elias who had died shielding a child. ‎ ‎Down the line, others stepped forward to light the fires. Rhea, weeping silently, lit the pyre of a medic who had died in the infirmary. Torian lit the pyre of his second-in-command. ‎ ‎Soon, the cliff was a wall of fire. The heat was intense, drying the tears on our faces. The smoke rose in a massive column, carrying the spirits of the dead up to the waiting stars. ‎ ‎We stood watch for hours.

He looks at me for confirmation and I nod my head. The flame lights Trey up the moment the match hits. Huge orange flames travel along his body, drowning out the smell of his blood. Instead the air was filled with the nauseating smell of burning flesh. Dane slips his arms around my waist, pressing his chest against my back as we watch the body burn. “They are all dead.” he whispers I nod, not being able to find the words I wanted to say. "You won, Neah." “Is… Is Jess okay?” I ask quietly. I wanted to ask where Roan was, but I wasn’t ready to deal with that just yet.

"Let's see whether your bullet or my hand is quicker." Cheryl was already terrified beyond reason, sobbing and thrashing against her restraints. "I don't want to die… I'm so scared… If Zachary were alive, he would save me…" Mabel, by contrast, showed little reaction. She only stared quietly at the dark sea beyond the deck. "Two minutes left," Poison Scorpion said. "Choose now, or they both explode." Anthony was trapped. His younger brother had died for him. The only thing Zachary left behind was Cheryl; he had to protect her.

Cillian hauled me to my feet as I spluttered, unable to clear the invisible smoke from my lungs. I thrashed in his arms, still able to feel the searing heat as my clothes charred into my skin. "Zena! What did you see!” I’m a wreck. The fire burning so brightly right next to me isn’t helping either. I plunge my face into Cillian’s chest and let out a deep, primal scream. Padgett was dead. Luna Ruth appears batshit insane. Maddox is there, but I don’t know what it all means. Well, I know it’s not a win for Shadowlands. And it's happening tomorrow.

I casually tossed the grenade up and down in my hand like a ball before hurling it toward the car where Scarface was hiding. By the time Scarface managed to shove away the zombies around him, his entire body had already erupted into flames. He staggered around screaming in agony, desperately trying to find water to put himself out. But there was nothing here that could save him. I watched expressionlessly as he burned into a charred corpse before collapsing onto the ground. I wondered how many survival points the system would reward me after destroying this many zombies at once. Thinking about that, I turned and walked back toward the estate.