Lovers Lies || Thomas

19 - Escape

CARLOS and Minho stayed at the back of the group with Sandra as the group ran through the maze with Thomas leading the way. The trio were the ones to drag anyone who slowed down or tumbled, which seemed to happen more than it should.

Since Gally's words, the siblings hadn't shared a word and it was slowly killing Sandra. But she had no idea what to even say. She'd ruined a friendship between her brother and Gally, and that felt horrible. That was the last thing she ever meant to do.

Sandra's lungs were burning by the time they all started to slow down, coming to a stop against a wall that led around the corner. Sandra followed Carlos and Minho to the front of the group when Thomas looked around the corner, only to look back at them with a shaky breath.

"Is it a Griever?" Chuck asked from beside Sandra.

"Yeah," Thomas breathed, gripping the spear tighter.

Minho passed Sandra a spear as she put her bow back around her chest, knowing that she wouldn't be able to do much with it at a close distance. And then he turned to Chuck, holding out the metal cylinder. "You take this, Chuck. Stay behind us."

"Teresa and Chuck, you're with me," Sandra said, looking at the both of them. Teresa nodded, tying her hair back while Chuck took a step closer to them.

"Don't leave her side, kid," Carlos said to the younger boy, ruffling his hair with a worried look. "You're our responsibility."

"Always," Sandra added, grabbing Chuck's hand.

"Once we're through, it'll activate and the door will open," Thomas informed them. "All right, we stay close, we stick together, we get through this. We get out now, or we die trying. And Blossom,"—he turned his attention to her with a pointed look—"no hero shit."

"Seriously?" Sandra deadpanned, raising a brow at him. But Carlos and Minho nodded in agreement, and she flipped them all off.

"Ready?" Thomas slammed the end of his spear into the ground.

Carlos unsheathed his machete before placing a kiss on the top of Sandra's head. "See you on the other side, little sister."

A nod was Sandra's only response as her throat felt like it was closing up.

They weren't going to say any goodbyes, not wanting to believe this could be the last time they saw each other. It only gave Sandra hope that they would all see each other again after this.

"All right. Let's go!" Thomas cheered and then with a war cry, they all ran around that corner with their weapons raised.

Teresa and Chuck stayed close to Sandra as the Griever roared, charging toward the group as they charged toward it. It screeched, nearly going off the side only to latch on and pull itself up.

"Get up!" Sandra shouted at the few boys who had tripped. "This is not the time to trip over!"

Together, they started stabbing and pushing at the Griever, shouting and yelling. Sandra stayed at the back with Teresa and Chuck, her heart lurching out of her chest as the Griever roared and she noticed Carlos was right in front of it with Thomas and Minho.

The tail swiped for all of them, and they ducked, barely missing it. It slashed again, but this time it grabbed one of the boys next to Newt and threw him off the edge, sending him into that dark pit.

"Get the hell up, Newt!" Sandra barked at her friend who listened, getting back onto his feet.

The Griever roared, launching forward and Sandra fell back with Teresa as one of the legs slammed into the ground beside them. Teresa used her machete, hitting it only for the leg to hit Chuck, sending the metal cylinder flying out of his hand.