A month yesterday I came up into the Glade and now I sit eating my sandwich for lunch. In amongst the ivy-covered walls. That's the pattern. Day in. Day out. Eat, sleep, run, repeat.
The threat if the Grivers. Even though Minho claims they aren't active during the day. But I swear, there's something out here watching me.
"Hey Greenbean!"
Greenbean. No Marcus isn't allowed out here.
I repeat this though over and over.
He's not out here.
"Greenbean! Where are you?" The voice calls again.
Slowly, I gather my things and shove them into the small pack on my chest. Then, I grab one of my two knives that rest in a harness on my back.
"Come on Greenbean. I don't remember which way I came."
Carefully, I inch away from the voice whose vocals sound just like Marcus's.
Just as I turn the corner, I see it. An iridescent green and blue snake. A meter long, an inch wide. Eyes pale and seeming sightless. Then it opens its mouth and the voices spill like a flood.
Marcus's, Alby's, Minho's, Gally's, Frypan's, Clint's, Jeff's, the Greenie, and every other Glader. No matter their status or importance. Each and everyone.
Suddenly, the voices stop. A pin drop silence. Just nothing. No wind. No movement. The silence like the one that keeps me up at night.
Then, I'm running. Sprinting and turning. Corner after corner. A large gust of wind and a creaking noise is brought to my attention.
"Shit!" I curse, as the doors shouldn't be closing yet.
But when I come into view, they are creeping closer towards one another.
Pushing all the energy into my legs, I crash through the doors. Then I stop and stare at the Glade.
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FantasíaObviously, anyone familiar with the Maze Runner series knows of A5 or Newt. They also know of Thomas, WICKED, The Glade, The Maze, and so on. But what happened before Thomas came up in the Box? Or in this case what could have happened? So, instead o...
