CORNERED | TMR Minho X Reader

Chapter 13 - The night

"Great job getting yourself killed" Minho panted.

Thomas looked sick. He was looking around at the walls with horror. His stance told that he was ready to run for his life. Ready to fight.

He didn't realize their was no use to even trying.

"We're dead" y/n whispered to herself from her position on the ground.

A strand of hair fell in front of her face. She didn't care to pull it behind her ear again. The gladers would find her dead with that same strand across her forehead. Just like they would find Alby in a pool of redness that was probably still growing in size...

A hand lightly touched y/n's back. She looked up to see Thomas. He gazed at her with pity. He extended his hand.

Rise. Y/n told herself. She needed to try. Thomas had run into the maze to help them. No more lives could be lost. Alby wouldn't have given up. He would've kept on running. Y/n wasn't a weak girl who gave up easily. She wasn't gonna die in this spot with a strand of hair forever poking her in the eye.

Y/n grasped Thomas's hand. He pulled her up. She stumbled to gain her footing. She was shaking. But she held on to her friends hand. Because she could stand. She could run.

Minho looked at his girlfriend and the greenie, seeing their hopeful expressions and jumpy limbs. He stood up with a groan, feeling miserable.

But he wasnt a weak boy who gave up easily either.

The moment of courage was forgotten when a roar echoed through the walls. Y/n startled and looked around frantically.

Another roar. It was getting closer. Already? They coudn't have just a moment to catch their breath and gather their thoughts?

The griever roared a third time.

Y/n could hear its footsteps now. Metal screeching against metal. Dragging against the stone floor with mechanical wurrs and clicks. Snapping of teeth.

"We should split up" Thomas suggested, speaking with urgency.

"We should hide" Minho countered and y/n agreed. No more running, please.

Y/n looked around for somewhere all three could tuck in and be hidden from view. There were large but low sort of caves in the seams of the walls and floors. Or piles of thick dead vines.

"Doesn't it have a sense of smell?" Thomas turned around and let go of y/n.

He ran his fingers through his hair, flinching with every step of the griever as it approached. Y/n resisted giving him a hard time for running into the maze. Now was not the time for jokes and playful bullying.

"We could climb the vines" Minho suggested, regretting it immediately when seeing y/n's glare towards him.

Besides, it wouldn't work anyways. The vines grew too thin at the top.

"We should split up" Minho tried again.

The griever turned the corner closest to them. It revealed each of its weapons from its gooey skin. It twitched. Its eyes were red with enjoyment of killing.

Y/n took a deep breath, and all three of them simultaneously yelled for each other to run.

They ran the very opposite direction of the griever. Minho had grabbed y/n by her arm and pulled her forward. She was truly trying to ignore the pain in her leg but it was a reminder of her and Minho's likeliness of getting killed. Because she was slowing them down, by allot. Maybe Thomas could save himself. Y/n knew for a fact Minho wouldn't leave her behind on purpose.