One of Us [Maze Runner]

10th Degree Murder Because No One Really Died. (17)

Alaynah was scared that someone might've been shot, so when she looked back and saw no one bleeding, she sighed. The left side of her waist seemed to be hurting. She held it, then realised something. The right part of her waist was stabbed by the griever. So why was it hurting on the left?

Alaynah looked down. Her hands had blood all over it, and it came from the left side of her waist. She had been shot. She found herself smiling a little, glad that Chuck hadn't been shot. In reality, she felt like giggling.

She collapsed with a loud thud on the floor.

"Laynah, are you okay? Guys!" Alaynah heard Newt shouting next to her, holding her. People were shouting her name.

"It's not... it's not that bad," Alaynah whispered.

"How do you know?" Newt asked. His voice was trembling a little. So we're his hands. "Bloody hell.. hold on." Alaynah could clearly see him, and he had tears in his eyes. It wasn't a big deal for her. It wasn't like she was going to die. Jeff rushed over to her, taking something out of his bag. It was a roll of bandages.

"Dying... is... fun." Alaynah whispered. It was true. It was a painful sensation. It was a sensation. It was a packet of sensations. Alaynah wanted to eat a packet of sensations. [Sensations are a packet of crisps / chips (however you want to call it).]

Alaynah could feel herself being bandaged up and guards coming in. She would survive, right? Plot armour and all that. If she died, would she arrive in the real world, or was she already in the real world? She was just delusional.

***

She dreamt of riding on a pony, then out of nowhere, Percy Jackson came up to her and said, "That's my horse!" He then slashed her throat, and she felt her head being chopped off. Gross. Grotesque.

She now had the head of a griever, and she felt herself being thrown at Coriolanus Snow's mouth. Unpleasant.

***

Alaynah woke up with a jolt. Her head rested on someone's shoulder. Newt. She looked at everyone around her. Thomas was safe. Minho was safe. Chuck was safe. Teresa was safe. Jeff was safe. Everyone was safe.

Alaynah's right arm was in a sling, and her waist felt a little better. She lifted up her shirt slightly to see it was properly bandaged and okay.

"Am I dead? Or was me being shot a part of the nightmare I was having? Or is this still a dream? Or are you dreaming? Or am I dreaming of a dream?"

Newt looked at her, smiling. "We thought you would die. There was an experienced medic on this helicopter, though. We're safe now. We're free." We are far from free. She thought.

"Is anyone hurt?" Alaynah asked, looking at everyone.

"No one but you, shank. Can't believe you threw a griever head at Gally." Minho said, smirking.

Alaynah shrugged. "I enjoyed it."

"You enjoyed nearly dying?" Thomas asked.

"Yes, it was sensational. A painful sensation."

"Girls are awesome." Chuck muttered.

Alaynah looked at Jeff. "Thanks for bandaging me up."

"Well, I had to. It's my job. It was also paying you back to save my life, which I also thank you for."

[The image above is a picture I found of how likely you are to die from a gunshot.]

[The maze runner is done. Should I do scorch trials in another book or this book? I'll edit the chapters tomorrow or something.]