𝗧𝗪𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗣𝝠𝗧𝗛𝗪𝝠𝗬𝗦-𝗠𝝠𝗭𝗘 𝝝𝗙 𝗪𝗜𝗖𝗞𝗘𝗗 ➳ TMR

Chapter 19- Somethings wrong with them

A/N: I didn't know if I would be able to post this chapter tonight, but I did, as I couldn't sleep bc of some things going on in my head, nothing serious dw, just things that just happened this evening. Still, here I am updating the third time this month, yay! Sorry for the slow updates but I won't be able to update till Sunday afternoon anymore, so here's a longer chapter, folks.

The walls of the Maze loomed high above me, casting long, eerie shadows in the early morning light.

My breaths came in steady puffs, the rhythm of my feet against the ground echoing through the narrow corridors.

This was the time, when the world narrowed down to just me and the endless twists and turns, no problems, no maze I'm stuck in, no worries about going back to the Spring.

I could feel the cool air against my skin, the long-sleeve shirt Mari gave me a comforting barrier actually.

Each stride felt freeing, a way to leave behind the worries and doubts that crowded my mind when I was standing still.

The Maze was a horrible, frightening experience, but also a place where I could let my thoughts wander freely.

I thought about the Mothershades Makers, the ones who built this nightmare place. What kind of horrible people are they? I mean what were they thinking when they designed this nightmare? 'Let's just kidnap some kids, get some memory loss and throw them into a deadly labyrinth'.

My feet pounded the ground, a steady, reassuring rhythm.

It was easy to get lost, not just physically but mentally.

I thought about Mari and Ben, about the pain he was going through and Mari's strength. My own scars, hidden beneath layers of fabric, is just an example of how she is much stronger than me.

As I turned a corner, I focused on the path ahead, trying to ignore the panting of Hank and Dan behind me.

There was no room for distractions here, only focus.

The Maze was a place of contradictions. It was both a prison and a place of freedom, a place of fear and a place of hope. Each turn brought new challenges, new decisions. Left or right? Faster or slower? Trust my instincts or follow the stupid map they choose to follow? Every choice mattered, and yet, in the end, it all felt like a game we were destined to lose.

A never ending game.

Running was the one thing I could control, the one thing that made sense.

My muscles ached, but it was a good kind of pain, a reminder that I was alive, it makes me feel like an actual person who is willing to live.

As the hours passed, the sun climbed higher in the sky, casting harsh light and deeper shadows.

My legs moved on autopilot, my mind drifting.

What's something that's good?

Home, our Glade, the Spring.

What are Harriet and Sonya doing right now? Did Harriet make it out without anything happening to her? What if something happened to her? What if she also got somehow took to this Maze but couldn't make it out alive? What if she's lying dead right now on the floor?

I shook my head, trying to clear away the thoughts.

Focus.

One foot in front of the other. One more turn, one more decision. And everything again.

"Can... we take a... break?" Dan panted from the back. Runners...

Hank agreed so we stopped and took out our lunches.