Trapped - Gally x Reader - TMR

My head whipped around before I could even think. My heart stopped.

And there he was.

Gally.

He stood just a few feet behind us. One hand clutched a gun, the other... the key. He let it drop to the floor.

I stepped forward. I didn't even hesitate.

"Gally?" I breathed...soft, unbelieving, but full of this impossible wave of joy. "Gally, you...You made it?"

He didn't answer. Not right away. He just stared. Eyes glassy, wide.

Thomas stepped up beside me. I heard his breath catch. "Gally?"

But before I could get another step in, Teresa's hand shot out and grabbed mine. "(Y/n)...don't," she whispered. "He's stung."

My heart dropped.

And then I saw it.

The veins.

Thick and dark, crawling up his neck in that dark blue. His hand trembled around the gun.
He was infected.

"No," I whispered, my voice cracking. "No. No, no, no, no..."

But he was crying. Tears cutting down the dirt on his face.

"We can't leave," he said hoarsely. His voice sounded like it came from somewhere far away.

Thomas moved slightly behind me, and the second Gally's eyes found him, the gun shifted.

I stepped in front of Thomas without thinking, throwing my arms out, my eyes locked on the boy I loved...the boy I knew was still in there. "Gally, it's me," I said, my voice shaking, breaking apart. "Please. It's me. (Y/n). We're out. We made it. You don't have to do this. You're free."

He let out this awful, broken laugh. "Free?" he repeated. "You think we're free out there?" His hand twitched, the barrel of the gun hovering now between me and Thomas. "There's no escape. Not from them. Not from this."

"Gally, listen to me." I stepped forward again, slow, trembling. "We can help you. You're stronger than this. Just... put the gun down. Please." My voice cracked again, and I felt the tears slide hot and fast down my cheeks. "Come back to me."

He looked at me. His lip trembled. His hand started to shake worse.

And I swear, for a second, I saw him. My Gally. Not the infected boy in front of me. Just... him.

And maybe I was stupid. Or naïve. Or in love in the worst possible way. But I believed he wouldn't shoot.

Even when he started to cry harder. Even when he looked past me, directly at Thomas again, trying to point the gun at him.

"I belong to the Maze. We all do."

And then...

He pulled the trigger.

Pain exploded across my body. Hot, searing, real.

I stumbled back, gasping, clutching my left arm. Blood bloomed instantly, warm and wet beneath my fingers.

I turned around in a daze, expecting to see someone else hit behind me. Newt? Frypan? Thomas? But they were frozen, wide-eyed, untouched.

The world slowed.

I spun back around.

Gally stood there, swaying, lips parted in shock. The gun slipped from his fingers.

Then..

The spear.

The spear.

The fucking spear.