You were always their favorite.
Mei wakes up in a dark, ascending elevator with no memory of his past, her identity a complete mystery.
She finds herself among an eeriely familiar group of teenage boys, who have built a society while trying to solv...
(a/n: Sorry, I've been busy with school work :((, no time to write, im sorry if this chapter is a bit boring, i just cant think of anythingg..)
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As morning arrived, I slipped out of newt's bed, who was still sleeping, and I changed into a pair of jeans and a tank top, I had gotten up early that day as the morning call hasn't even sounded yet.
As I was walking near the map room I saw Minho, Thomas, Winston, Frypan, and Zart, prepping to get ready to go into the maze I assumed.
"Going without me?" I said as I approached them. Minho looked at me as I caught him red-handed. "Meimei.. it's too dangerous," he said, Tommy nodded in agreement. I furrowed my brows in anger.
"Are you serious? I survived two nights in the maze, and you still think it's too dangerous for me?"
"We're not doubting you meimei," Minho said, his tone earnest. "But it's not just about surviving the nights. The maze is unpredictable. We can't risk losing anyone."
Thomas stepped forward, and put a hand on my shoulder his expression troubled. "Please, Mei. We need you here. It's too risky."
I looked at them, crossing my arms, frustration, and determination bubbling inside me. "I understand, but I can't just sit here and do nothing. I want to help."
Minho sighed, exchanging a glance with Thomas. "Fine, but you stay close to us, and you follow our lead. Agreed?"
I nodded, smiling as Minho helped me gear up, wrapping the leather vest around me, and handing me a spear to protect myself with. "Let me fill you in, do you remember that dead griever you killed?
"yeah, it wasn't me but-"I replied "Dosent matter, we're going back and seeing if there's anything useful we could use. Thomas' idea, not mine." he cut me off. "Okay."
We ran into the maze, heading to the section where I almost experienced my death, where the dead griever was. My body was still sore from yesterday, I just remember running for my life away from that thing. I was at the back of the line since I kept on slowing down.
We finally arrived at the dead griever, its body almost unrecognizable because of the impact caused by the gunshots.
"That's disgusting." one of the boys said.
I heard a beeping sound coming from it. "There's something in there," I said "You mean, besides a Griever mush?" frypan joked.
"Okay, come on. Let's try and pull it out. Everyone get a hand on it. Come on. All right, ready? On three." Tommy said.
"One, two, three!" We all pulled the arm, or leg of the griever, ripping it from its torso. falling backward, toppling over each other.
