Teddy's POV
The corridors close, separating me from Newt.
Holy shit, I think terrified. I'm in the shuckin Maze!
The last time I was in the Maze was when I saved Newt, about three in a half years ago.
Oh god. Newt! He's probably worried sick.
I reach out of my thoughts and try to catch my breath. I wipe my tears, but they keep coming.
I try to ignore it and I look over and see Minho, on the concrete ground next to Alby, sweaty looking and out of breath.
"Good job," he blurts out. "You just killed yourselves!"
I look at Thomas who's facial expression is hard to read.
"What happened to him?" Thomas asks concerns, pointing to Alby.
"He got stung," Minho says with an annoyed tone, avoiding eye contact while standing up.
"What? How?" He asks again.
"Welp," Minho replies, "we thought the griever was dead! Turns out those slintheads like to play games."
We hear groans echo throughout the Maze. "Speaking of grievers, we need to get the hell outta here before we become their breakfast!" I say.
"What are we gonna do with him?" Minho asks, gesturing towards unconscious Alby.
We watch Thomas look around for a few seconds until speaking. "I think I've got an idea."
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We've tied Alby to some ivy and are yanking him up the vines, turn out he's much heavier than I expected. Either it's all muscle, or he's ate too much of Frypan's bacon. And right now I'm considering the second one.
"Just one more pull," Thomas says panting.
We hear more groans echoing in our direction.
"Shuck! They're coming!" Minho says, "We gotta get outta here!!"
"Okay- just one more pul-," Thomas starts to say before being interrupted.
"Now!" Minho says while letting go of the ivy, leaving Thomas and I holding Alby.
"MINHO! He's not high enough!" I yell at Minho, only to turn my head and see him running, turning around the corner. "Oh great! Just GREAT MINHO." How can he just leave us here!?
"Just come on," Thomas says, "let's get him a bit higher, then we'll figure it out."
I nod, too upset and frustrated to argue.
"This should be fine," I say after giving the ivy vine one last tug.
Griever's groans and high pitched screeches echo through the walls again.
"What now!?" I whisper to Thomas, panicking.
"Um-," he looks around for a few moments before speaking. "We should be able to hide in those vines for a while."
I look to where he's looking. "Good that," I say speed walking over.
We crawl inside the ivy covering the wall, and sit still. It's too dark to see, but I know Thomas is right beside me. I can feel his right arm against my left, and can hear his heaving breathing along with my own. Silence has never felt so loud. Moments pass of just- Waiting? Just trying to avoid the grievers as much as possible I suppose.
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I'm not sure how long it has been, but I'm aware it's been probably over an hour. We haven't heard any griever moans, nor encountered one. Minho is nowhere in sight, and I really hope he is okay.
Thomas has fallen asleep, don't ask me how though. With our backs leaning against the concrete wall and our shoulders smushed together, it seems impossible to be able to fall asleep here. Faint snores come from him, and each time it makes me nervous that it will come out loud and give away our hiding spot. Luckily it doesn't.
I chew anxiously on my finger nails. I wish I could fall asleep easily like Thomas. Sleep is something that I found has never been easy for me. Especially now, thoughts running marathons in my head, and death seemingly around the corner. I am mostly thinking about Newt, though. The only thing that's motivating me is going back to him, my best friend.
I'm quickly pulled out of thoughts to Thomas waking up with a gasp, making me nearly klunk my pants. I can hear panting quickly.
"Hey- Thomas, you okay?" I whisper to him concerned, it's still too dark to see his face.
"What- oh um. Yeah," he whispers out of breath. "I just- I had a nightmare. It also doesn't help with our, um situation."
I nod, even though he can't see my face. "Do you want to talk about it? I um- sometimes that helps." I remember Newt telling me that when I used to get nightmares. It's always nice to have someone to talk about it to.
"I think it's best we stay quiet," he whispers. "Thanks though."
"Yeah, anytime."
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We stay in silence for god knows how much longer, but it feels like a lifetime.
Until I hear it. Grievers.
"Shit Greenie!" I whisper yell.
"Stay calm!" He whispers back.
I nod again, even though he can't see me.
The noises grow louder and louder, each time my anxiety growing bigger.
"I'm gonna peak out the vines," Thomas whispers so quietly, almost inaudible.
I can feel him quickly retrieve his head back. "Shuck! They're- it's- right there!" He whispers having a hard time communicating.
Before I can realize what's happening, Thomas is pulling me out of the safeness of the ivy, and dragging me into the concrete hallway. "Run!" He whispers in my ear, the griever, noises are getting more closer once again. "Run like your life depends on it! Because it does!"
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Fanfiction"We are never getting out of here are we," I said to my best friend without the slightest bit of hope. "Come on, Teddy. Don't think like that," he says trying to reassure me. I notice him fidgeting with his hands, knowing I'm probably right. We ar...
