" 𝐴 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛 "
In which Aife leads her boys to freedom, with the help of a boy named Thomas.
Iғ Yᴏᴜ Aɪɴᴛ Sᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ, ʏᴏU ᴀɪɴᴛ ʜUᴍᴀɴ
丂ㄩ尺ᐯ|ᐯㄖ尺丂
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"We can do this."
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The walls of the maze were covered with ivy, as always,and they were draped across the top. Inside the maze was an eerie feeling, considering the tragic events that had just occurred the night before. Chuck had been running in between Thomas and Aife, the rest of the remaining gladers following directly behind.
"Come on, this way!" Aife shouted, they turned right and began to run down another corridor. They were running at a jog like pace, Aife slightly ran faster, wanting to get it over with.
"Keep it up, guys! We're almost there!" Thomas encouraged their friends, you could hear the panting in between his words from his movements.
Aife was going to turn the corridor, but came to a stop and pressed her back against the wall as she sucked in a sharp breath, her chest slightly heaving. The others followed her movements, "Is it a griever?" Chuck asked her quietly.
She nodded in response to the youngest boy who pinched his eyebrows in worry.
"You take this, Chuck," Minho handed Chuck the device, "Stay behind us."
Chuck shakily took the device from Minho's rough hands and fiddled with it nervously, "It's okay," Teresa told the boy as she tied her black wavy hair up, "Just stick with me."
Aife reached into a bag that a boy named Jeff had been carrying and she smeared her fingers in some of her black paint, she brought her thumb across Teresa's cheeks and dragged them down to her jaw. Teresa grinned at Aife and began to build up confidence at her appearance, even though she couldn't see herself, she hoped she looked like Aife.
"Once we're through, it'll activate, and the door will open," Aife scolded the group quietly in an authoritative tone, "Alright, we stay close, we stick together."
"We get out now... or we die trying." Thomas said to them. The gladers listened intently with wide, determined eyes.
"Ready?" Aife questioned, in response, everyone slammed their large wooden sticks on the ground and Minho took out a machete, "Alright. Let's go!" She cried. Aife waved her katana in the air as he shouted and tilted her head up encouraging the others to do the same. They began to shout loudly as they ran towards the griever with their spear shaped sticks pointed at the beast.
The griever shrieked and began to run towards them, its tail, or stinger, was waved in the air as it pounded at them. The group of kids pushed the griever off to the side, causing its leg to scratch the concrete as it tried to steady itself and keep itself from rolling off of the cliff. It clawed its way back up and shrieked in their faces, causing Aife to clench her jaw, "Push it!"
