Lovers Maze

Survivors

Chapter Eleven

I open my eyes as I hear a rumbling. "Guys get up!" Chuck shouts.

I jump onto my feet, Newts arms were wrapped around my stomach and I feel butterflies. I pull my shoes on and stretch "I'm going out" I say.

"No" Gally says sternly, since Thomas came he's been meaner and so much more harsh.

I shrug and I turn to see the doors fully open, everyone is crowded around hopefully.

Zart sighs "You're hopes are too high Chuck" he says.

Newt nods sadly and I hug his side "they're not coming back Chuck"

I frown as everyone begins to turn away and I look back once more and my mouths drops open.

"No way" Zart says reading my mind.

"YAS!" Chuck shouts fist pumping.

Everyone turns around and I bolt into the Maze toward the figures. "They did it!" Chuck shouts happily.

A tear slips out and I help Minho and Thomas carry Alby the rest of the way. I practically throw myself into Minho and sob "I'm so sorry I left you" I cry as he wraps his arms around my shoulders.

"Hey, I know you couldn't last a night in the Maze again" he says.

"Again?" Thomas asks in confusion.

I turn "You don't know what I saw" I say.

"Did you see a Griever?" Chuck asks interestedly

Minho looks up "he didn't just see it, he killed it"

I turn to Thomas and images flicker behind me eyes. The body, the blood, the Griever.

I scream and tumble backwards into Newt, tears falling down my face. "Come on, we need to get everyone to the MedJacks" Newt says.

I sit on the bed in the Infirmary staring at the window. "Billie, are you okay?" Newt asks as he sits beside me.

I don't reply, the tears won't stop, the images continue to fill my mind.

"It wasn't your fault..." He begins.

I turn to him "I remember Newt, I remember so much it scares me. My past, us" I say featuring between the two of us.

"Billie, there's a meeting. I have to go and help Thomas before Gally tries to Banish him" he explains standing up.

I nod and reach to the side table and take one of the pills that Flint assigned to me. I take one and take a swig of water and swallow the lot.

I turn back to the door and I find it closed, Newt gone.

Slowly I stand up and slip my gear off and take my shoes and socks off too so that I'm bare foot.

Then I walk outside and downstairs and I make my way toward the box, a gut feeling that something interesting is about to happen