Prologue
Newt looked around.
The camp was devastated.
He sees Minho, a dagger impaling his neck. He sees Alby crushed under a tank. He sees Chuck a gunshot on his head. He sees Gally, beheaded. He sees everyone at camp, even worse than his closest gladers.
He sees WCKD's soldiers about to shoot him.
Well at least he'll be with his friends.
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Newt opened his eyes and was surprised to see all his friends around him.
"Looks like the shank is awake."
Minho helped him up and he explained what happened.
"We died. Yep. But we live again."
Well that wasnt very helpful.
Then again, it's Minho.
He turned to Alby for help.
"Sorry shank. None of us knows what happened."
He turned to every gladers, noticing that they're as lost as him. He doesn't know anything what's happening. He's pretty sure that WCKD killed all of them.
But he knows that they can get through this because all of them were together since he can remember. All of them was there for each other, through every moment of each day of they're lives.
"We should change our names." Chuck suggested quietly.
The gladers looked at him. Chuck was the youngest of all of them. They treat him like they're younger brother.
"Shank's got a point. We died and then we lived again. Pretty cool if we changed the name of our group." The gladers nodded in agreement.
After a few minutes of silece , Newt spoke up.
"We'll be called lost boys."