Marooned | Maze Runner | Minho

22. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒲𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓉𝒽

"I'll see you when I get back." Viya announced as she left her room.

She had just finished her lunch, she had eaten one serving of canned ravioli. It wasn't her favorite, but it did the job. Truthfully, Viya never really took time to enjoy her meals, all of her meals were cold mush that were really only enjoyable if you didn't pay attention to it. Sometimes she would catch herself missing hot food that actually had flavor, but it was such a frivolous thing that she never thought of requesting spices.

Viya rounded the corner as she started to approach her designated section of the day. She was only running a half day today, she had spent the morning collecting and organizing her supplies. She had received something she felt slightly guilty for, yet she was very happy with her choice. She had spent the last two years asking for nothing but useful things that would benefit her in the long run, but for a treat, and a reward of sorts, she had asked for something fun. She liked to think of it as a birthday gift, for surviving two years. She had asked for a paint set, so she could have something fun to do, and get rid of that dreadful grey that was all over her walls.

As Viya turned another corner, she was instantly jerked out of her daze. Someone was screaming.

She darted around the corner and carefully peered around, she waited and waited, and it got to a point where she didn't think she'd see anything. But then she did.

She saw a short haired blond boy running for his life as a griever chased after him angrily. She hadn't seen a griever this mad in awhile, and as much as she would've liked to help, she immediately made the choice to sprint back to her room. She was not going to run if there were pissy grievers lurking.

Viya skidded into her corridor and slowed her pace as she entered her room.

"Bet you didn't expect to see me back so soon." Viya said.

She clipped off her running vest and tossed it to the side.

"Oh yes" She said sarcastically, "I missed you so much that I had to come back."
Viya glanced around her room, if she was going to take the day off, she should find something productive to do. She glanced down to the paint kit that sat at the end of her bed.

"Why don't we add some color to this place." Viya said, "I'm sure getting sick of this grey, aren't you getting sick of it too Watcher?"

"That's what I thought." She said as she opened the kit.

"What should we paint?" She asked, "Ooo! How about some trees and...grass! Yeah! Some flowers seem nice too!"
Viya carefully started to select her colors, she chose a bright cyan and a slightly dark blue. Viya grabbed a vibrant pink and yellow, and lastly, she selected two shades of green.
"Do you think that is enough?" She asked. "Alright...now where do I start? The sky?"
Viya twisted open the paint can and carefully dipped her brush in, she lifted it out and two drops of blue plopped onto the floor. She started to drag her brush against the wall, she was deliberate with her moves at first, she was scared of messing up. But as time went on, she started to get more eccentric with it, her hand moved freely on the page and her strokes were dramatic.

"I forgot to tell you why I'm back, you wanna hear it?" Viya asked Watcher, "Alright," Viya said, she paused before she started her story. "It was so strange, there was this boy, and he actually looked strangely familiar, but anyways—he was being chased by a really angry griever, which is strange because like—I rarely see grievers that pissed off, he must've done something because they did not seem happy, like at all. I kinda regret not helping him...but I was also scared of that griever...you would have to be there to see it, but its spikes were everywhere and its tail was thrashing in every direction."
Viya dipped her brush in the green paint and started to add in trees and grass.