The Maze Runner Rewrite

Part 7

We made our way back into the Maze. Though Thomas and I were at the front, Minho was leading us, showing us where to go. We passed a turn, but Minho stopped. Down the path was part of the Griever we'd killed. It was still partially sticking out of the wall. The robotic leg sticking out was unharmed, but the fleshy guts still oozed out of the crack.

"That's disgusting," Zart said. I had to agree with him. I wondered if it would start to smell.

"There's something in there," I said, noticing something blinking red in the flesh still in the wall. It hadn't closed all the way because of the creature inside of it.

"You mean besides a Griever pancake?" Fry asked. I snorted, but it died when no one else laughed. I stayed still because I sure as hell wasn't about to stick my hand in there to get it. Minho stepped around the legs to stand next to the wall.

"Woah, what are you doing?" Zart blurted. Minho licked his lips before nervously pushing his arm into the crack. I waited for something to go wrong, for a jumpscare, especially as Minho's fearful look slowly turned towards the Griever, but nothing happened. He sighed and began to dig around.

The Griever's biggest leg moved with a loud mechanical sound, and I screamed as Minho jumped away from the wall. We all backed up a good five feet, and I put my hand over my chest to remind myself that we weren't about to die.

"I thought you said it was dead," Fry said.

"Was it reflex?" Zart asked.

"You hope," Winston answered. He was right. I did hope. I hoped very much.

Thomas waved us to the leg. "Okay, come on. Let's try to pull it out."

I laughed and he stared at me, causing my laughter to die. "My god, you're serious."

"Yeah, I'm serious."

"No way! What if something happens?"

"Just grab it, Y/N."

I rolled my eyes at his back and walked up on the other side of Minho. Everyone got a hold of the leg and pulled at the same time. It took some effort but the leg detached at the fleshy joint, coming completely out of the wall. I fell back into Minho, whose back hit the wall. I apologized, quickly getting to my feet.

Thomas helped Fry up. "You okay, Fry?"

"Yeah. Thanks, brother."

Minho set a hand on my shoulder, stepping around me. At the end of the leg, he dug through the guts sitting there and pulled something up that looked like an intestinal tract. Buried in it, the red blinking light that I'd seen was attached to a metal cylindrical object. He adjusted his hold so he could pull out the device. It came out with a sickening squish and quite a bit of slime. Most of us groaned in disgust at the sight of it. Minho flicked off the excess slime from his hands.

"What the hell is that?" Thomas asked.

Minho rolled it in his hands slowly, looking at every detail. "Interesting," he hummed.

"Interesting?" I said. "What does that mean?"

Fry glanced around nervously. "Okay, whatever it is, can we take this up back at the Glade? Because I don't want to meet this guy's friends." Minho agreed with him, so we left the Griever behind, only taking whatever the hell that thing was.

The slime had dried and turned black by the time we handed the device to Newt, and he peered at it while Thomas explained where we'd gotten it from. Pausing at a plate on it, he said, "These are the same letters we get in our supplies."