A new girl in the glade falls hopelessly in love with Newt, but what happens when her past unfolds. Lilah can no longer hide from the truth. She must face her battles. While balancing her live life. Easier said than done.
✰Will Lilah choose...
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Long mechanical claws banged on the ground as the griever walked by Thomas and I. It leisurely strolled by; without a hurry. Checking every inch on the hallway.
The griever or shall I say spider robot, past our hiding spot and traveled along the hall, searching for its next prey.
I exhaled deeply, I hadn't even noticed I was holding my breath in the entire time. The intensity of the maze was affecting me greatly.
Thomas cautiously made his way out and I followed behind, trying to make little no noise.
In a hurry, Thomas quickly tied the vine onto another sturdy one. He grabbed my arm and pulled us behind a wall.
I leaned up against on the wall, shaking like crazy. I shut my tightly. Every bone and part of my body felt like it was going to crack any minute now.
The maze went silent. Finding courage, I opened my eyes steadily and Thomas popped his head from behind the wall.
"I think it's gone." He whispered very lowly. I barely heard the words that came out of his mouth.
I glanced around the maze, blindly following Thomas as he looked at the maze with curiosity. Something about it felt so familiar. Its presence triggered a memory within, yet I couldn't see it.
The maze was changing. I heard walls shift, creating a new obstacle to display in the day.
I came to halt. I felt it. Deep down in my bones I had a gut feeling. A griever is close by. Where? Where the hell is it?
Thomas faced me absolutely terrified. I parted my lips to speak but then thick goop fell from the sky, landing on my right shoulder.
I looked over my shoulder, trembling in fear. A griever launched its self in the air and touched the hard ground, aggressively.
"Run!" Thomas cried.
I fell back and landed on my butt. Thomas quickly picked me up by my armpits and placed my feet on the ground. We bolted through the maze.
The griever charged after us.
Thomas and I turned every corner with the griever following us like a misquote. We rounded a corner and when I looked over my shoulder it was gone.
