It was another normal evening for you. Well, whatever was considered ‘normal’ while being trapped by WCKD.

A guard collected you from your small cell, guiding you through the long corridors crowded by doctors and WCKD guards.

However, the guard didn’t take you to the lab, where you usually had your routinely evening shots.

Instead, the guard was leading you to the other side of the base. You gave the guard a confused look, which went unnoticed as you tried to make out his expression through the helmet.

Venturing further away from the centre of the base, you noticed the amount of WCKD employees you passed became fewer, until eventually you and the guard were wandering the corridors alone.

You were eventually led to a loading bay, the guard stopping as you glanced around in confusion, taking in your surroundings. A chilly breeze blew past you as you scanned the area, taking note of the multiple shipping containers and wooden crates, and the lack of security in the area.

A low, bird like whistle came from the guard, echoing in the open space. A few seconds later, a second guard popped up from behind a nearby shipping container, approaching you.

If you weren’t confused before, you definitely were now. Fear slowly began to creep in from the back of your mind. This wasn’t routine. WCKD never broke routine, the schedule was always strict and predictable. So having something so new and sudden happen, it made you quite uneasy.

“Well, that was easy.” The second guard spoke, a familiar British accent coating his voice.

Noticing a flicker of recognition in your eyes, the second guard removed his helmet, revealing Newt. He gave you a gentle smile, his concern evident as his eyes scanned your appearance.

The first guard followed suit, discarding his helmet as the familiar, messy brown hair of Thomas emerged from beneath the helmet.

“I thought WCKD would have more security measures in place..” Thomas remarked, lifting a hand to ruffle your hair playfully.