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Chapter 5 - Climb

Y/n didn't sleep the night Jack died.

She lay on the grass facing the maze doors, an occasional tear trailing down over her nose and soaking into the ground.

Minho was there too, but y/n was pretty sure he fell at sleep as some point. The other boys had tried to get them to sleep in homestead, but y/n and Minho couldn't be persuaded.

Everyone was sad, of course. But it was different for the first three teenagers, especially y/n and Minho. Jack had been the first greenie they'dever taken under their wing. And they'd already known him for many months.

Y/n shifted a bit. Her hip bone hurt and her shoulder had grown numb. It was pitch black, but y/n coudnt bring herself to turn her back on the doors.

The moment of the doors closing was replaying through her head. The sound of them meeting each other in the middle with one last bang was what sealed Jack's fate.

But maybe... he could run. Maybe when the doors opened in the morning he would be waiting there. Y/n didnt care that they had never really touched each other. She would squeeze him into a tight hug.

It was stupid and y/n knew it, but hope lit up in her heart. He could be alive. Y/n herself had screamed while the monster had chased them, so Jack's shouts from inside the maze didnt necessarily indicate his death.

He woudve found a way to survive. Maybe Jack could hide in the vines or climb them...

Y/n opened her eyes and strained to see the towering maze walls above her. The vines were thick and if not dry... they could perhaps hold her weight.

Y/n sat up, feeling the knife Minho had given her under her hand. Jack had one too. He could use it, right?

Y/n then stood, carefully treading forward. Her hand came in contact with the smooth stone wall and she searched for a vine. It wasnt hard to find one. It was thick and when y/n yanked on it, it felt strong.

If someone could climb on top of the wall they could see quite far. The highest place they could get at the moment was simply a tree in the forest. But that place was spooky and only used to retrieve fertilizer.

Y/n realized exactly what she was doing and cursed at herself. She was thinking about how to escape. Only a few hours after her friends death.

Y/n pinched her fingers into a crack in the wall. Her face was scrunched with frustration. She glanced at Minhos sleeping figure, seeing his steady breathing and peaceful, handsome face.

Then she looked over at the dimly lit homestead building. She thought about the few boys sleeping there. They were all so brave.

Every greenie had eventually stuck it up and worked. They listened to Alby's instructions. They didn't fight or argue about stupid things. Even though every single teenager here was terrified every waking moment they helped, and tried. Jack had too.

Whoever had put them here was evil. The creators, they created this place. Did the fact they gave the gladers supplies every week really mean they cared?

Y/n stomped over to her knife and picked it up. The boys here, they coudnt be forgotten.

Y/n traced her fingers along the rock, yanking old vines down to the ground. Then she got to work despite the absence of proper light.

She began to carve letters into the wall. Using a rock she placed the knives tip into the stone and hammered at its handle.

The first name she carved was Jack.

Then Minho. And Alby. And all the other Gladers names. Newt, Gally, frypan. A new greenie was coming next week and y/n would carve his name too.