The Maze Runner (Terra+Newt)

Chapyer Seventeen

     
About five more grievers came into the Glade, forcing Gally's and our group out into the Maze.
Minho and I locked eyes for half a second. We knew what we had to do.
He and I took the lead, running towards the griever hole.

"Keep going! Just a little farther!" I called back to them.

"It's chasing us!" Someone called from farther back.
Shuck!, I thought. A griever was on our tail.

"Keep going!" Minho shouted.

We ran a little farther before we finally reached the spot where we saw the griever disappear into the hole.

"We're here!" I told everyone.

"You've gotta be shucking kidding me!" Gally said.

"We need to open it somehow!"

"You, Teresa, and Chuck go figure it out! We'll keep the griever back!" Minho said.

I called Teresa and Chuck and we ran up to the wall.

"No me and Chuck can do this! Go help them!" Teresa turned to me. I stared at her.
"Just go! We got—"

"Thomas!" Someone shouted in horror. I turned to see two grievers. One was pinning Thomas against a wall.
I ran forward, grabbing a long knife from Zart's hand.
"Terra!" The boy shouted after me. I ignored him and kept running.
"Thomas! Hold on!" I called to Thomas, who was struggling.
I sliced off one of the griever's legs. It turned on me, releasing Thomas.
My ears hurt from the moan the griever let out. It was deep and hollow but it also had a metal against metal sound.
I ran straight for it.
"Leave my friends alone!" I shouted at it. I barely dodged it's teeth as I ducked underneath it and thrust the knife into its belly.
The griever let out a screech before it fell over the edge.
"Terra! Are you okay?" Thomas stumbled over to me. He had a long cut along one arm, and scrapes one one of his cheeks.
"Yeah. You?" I asked him.
"I'm good."
"Good that." I hugged him.

"Guys the griever hole is open! Let's go!" Thomas and I turned and saw Chuck and Teresa standing in front of a dark hole.
The Gladers started running towards the hole. Thomas got up, pulling me up, too.
We started following the others, but then a familiar noise echoed through the Maze. I turned and saw about five grievers crawling to us.
"Run, Thomas go!" I shoved him forward and ran to the hole.
We all pushed through the griever hole.
"We need to close it!" Minho said.
"I got it!" Teresa was standing in front of a computer-I totally forgot about those until now.
I looked around to see who made it in. Sadness came over me as I realized there was only ten of us left.
"Hurry, Teresa!" Winston shouted when the grievers were about 100 feet away.
I walked to Teresa's side. She was tapping numbers and letters. I didn't understand any of it.
Suddenly there was a ding.
"Got it!" Teresa said.
But the grievers were at the door. The first griever started pulling itself through the door. We all squished back against the back wall.
"Get read-" Minho was cut off by the door; it suddenly crashed down on top of the griever.
"Holy shuck..." Frypan said.
We stood in the sudden darkness, catching our breath.
"Everyone okay?" Newt's voice sounded from the other side of the room.
"Dude, we just survived an attack by a bunch of shucking grievers, and survived." Minho replied.
"Not all of us." Gally said. No one said anything.
I jumped as a light popped on. It was at the top of the wall behind us. Just a single little bulb.
I realized I wasn't leaning against a wall, but a door. I looked at Thomas, who was beside me. Our eyes met and I opened the door.
I squinted my eyes against the sudden bright white light. I stepped out into a very long and wide hallway. So long I couldn't even see the end or the beginning. But I did see another door across from me. It had a green EXIT above it.
"Seriously?" Frypan saw it too.
Why hadn't there been an exit sign before? Why did it have to be so hard?
Minho opened the door and we went through into what looked like a lab/office of some sort. That didn't matter though. There were dead bodies scattered across the room. They were shot.
No one spoke as we spread out and looked around. I walked over to a bunch of computers. I recognized the images they showed. The Glade.
They were watching us. Whoever they were.
I saw a giant screen in the little of the room and went to it, Thomas following.
Nothing was on the screen, but on the small keypad there was a blinking red button. And Thomas, being Thomas, pressed it.
A video started playing. The other Gladers gathered around as a gray haired woman in her sixties started speaking.
"Hello. My name is Ava Paige, and I am part of an organization called WCKD, World Catastrophe Killzone Department. You won't remember this, but the world you think you know is no more. The sun burned the earth, leaving what we call the Scorch, and a deadly virus called the Flare that slowly destroys the brain. WCKD is trying to find a cure, which is where you come in.
"You guys are special, immune to the Flare. We set what's called the Maze Trials, to test you and see what makes you immune. To see what makes you different from the others." I noticed in the background of the video some people running, and flinched when I saw some new people come in. They were dressed in soldier suits, shooting the lab people.
The women, who was sitting in a separate room with glass walls, grabbed a gun and held it to her head. I didn't hear what she said before.
I looked away as she pulled the trigger.
"So now what?" Frypan asked.
I turned around to face Gally and stared at him. He had dark veins running up his neck.
"Gally?" I said. The others turned to see what was wrong. Teresa gasped.
"This was a mistake." Gally said. He had tears running down his cheeks. "We should've stayed in the Maze." He also had a gun. He lifted it to my face.
"This is all your fault." His hands were shaking.
"Gally, drop the gun." Newt warned.
"We should've stayed in the Maze." Gally repeated.
He tensed up a second before I heard the shot. What happened next was all a blur.
I was pushed back by someone and Minho threw a spear that struck Gally in the chest. He fell backwards.