The Real World || The Maze Runner Fanfiction (1)

Chapter 21

As it turned out, Newt's speach was quite effective. Approximately two thirds of the glade were willing to join us on our escape mission, they obviously couldn't see a better option. However, the remaining gladers were more stubborn, plus the didn't want to go anywhere I was going. Whatever.

I helped hand out knives, each glader getting at least one each, but we made sure we left just enough for the shanks who were staying behind to have. At first, Newt was skeptical about handing me a knife, but eventually I managed to persuade him that it was the best option. He is so cute when he gets protective.

In three hours we had gathered enough supplies and were ready to move out. We figured it was best to leave during what we presumed to be the day (the sky had stayed a dark grey colour, seemingly not going to change), as there seemed to be less of them during daylight hours. We started by organizing everyone into one huge line, with me and Minho at the front and Thomas and Newt at the back. Neither me nor Thonightere pleased about being split up from our original partners, but Newt wouldn't have been able to lead fast enough with his limp so this was the most efficient pairing.

The remaining gladers came out to say goodbye to friends and to wave us off, wishing us good luck and asking us to at least try and help them if we do escape and find a better world out there. Of course, the "if" part made us all a little bit more weary about our escape plan, so we briskly left before anyone could change their minds.

It was even darker in the maze, now that the sun wasn't out to guide us. But I could walk this path with my eyes closed. Still, it was unnerving that by the time we got to the first turn I couldn't see the end of our line of people. However, if we hadn't encountered any grievers up at the front then it was unlikely Newt had ran into any either.

Things became more tense as we got deeper and deeper into the maze. I stopped and placed my hand on the bare patch of wall that I had accidentally ripped the vines off of only the other jight. Little did I know that Newt would do the same thing when he reached our spot. The strange thing was, the whole place was eerily quiet except from the sound of many heavy footsteps pounding on the stone floor. We didn't encounter a single griever on the way to the exit, which just made me more skeptical.

We turned the final corner and that's when I saw them. Standing right in front of the cliff were at least a dozen disgusting slug-like creatures that just screamed danger. Me and Thomas spun back around the corner, out of site of the hideous beings. The crowd of people behind us eventually came to a stop too, but even through the confusion, every soul was smart enough to not utter a word.

Minho and Newt pusher out of the crowd and stopped in front of us. When everyone had stopped and no one knew why, they had presumed that there must be some problem, so they came forward. After we had quickly explained our situation, we started to come up with a plan.

"Even with our numbers, how could we kill those things?" I whispered quietly to my companions.

"Well the only way we've hears of is from you two shanks," Minho stated, gesturing between me and Newt. "But obviously that option is out, we couldn't exactly get behind them."

"We do have knives..."

"But Libellus, even with weapons, how do you expect we kill them? As far as we know, they have no major arteries or anything that we could damage," Thomas added.

After a bit more of a discussion, we decided that fighting was our only option. We devised a plan that we would try to hold off the grievers on either side, forming a pathway through the middle of the fighting to the exit. Newt (decided after a lot of arguing) would be the one to lead half of the gladers through the exit and out the other side whilst the remaining half stayed and fought before retreating. Then, we could only hope for the best.

We passed our plan along the crowd, telling them which half would stay and which half would flee.

"Stay safe" Newt whispered into my ear as he brought me in for a hug. I ran my fingers through his curls, wondering what life would be like for us out of the glade.

"I promise," both of our mouths twisted into sad smiles as we both remembered the firts time I had been going into the maze, and we had had a similar conversation.

I released Newt after one kast lingering kiss. With one final look around the corner, I let out an unlady-like battle cry and charged. My bloodthirsty warriors right behind me.