The Lost Glader || A TMR Fanfiction

Chapter 23 || Survival

"Wait!" Thomas called to me just as I had begun running. I whipped around waiting for him to explain his reason for stopping me. The light that we had was slowly going out, and his face became harder to examine.

"What about Alby?" I widened my eyes, having completely forgotten about our fallen leader. "I don't know how much we can do... We can't carry him through the maze... We'll never make it alive. And even if we did...there's no way to know if he'll make it through the night without the serum."

"So what are you saying? We just leave him?" I quickly shook my head, my heart racing as the sounds of Grievers became closer and closer. "No! I...ugh!" I groaned, putting my hands behind my neck, as I leaned my head back.

I looked to where Minho had placed Alby at the doors. At least they would have one body in the morning. I watched as Thomas crouched down next to Alby, listening to his chest. He looked back at me and I sighed. "He's still alive I know..." Fear gripped my heart, and stress weighed heavily on my whole body. I wanted to do something to help, but my brain was too clouded to have any ideas of what to do.

The sounds of Grievers became louder and louder, echoing off the walls. I turned my head in the direction taking a deep breath, in a useless attempt to calm my nerves. When I turned back, I saw Thomas attempting to drag Alby across the stone floor.

"What are you doing? You think that you'll be able to carry him through here, while running from Grievers? Have you seen how fast those things are?" By my last few words, my voice had raised to that of a yell. I wasn't even mad at him, just the circumstances.

Thomas dropped Alby throwing his hands up. "Well what do you suggest?" He countered angrily. I squeezed my eyes shut, leaning back against the wall. "I..." As soon as my back hit the ivy, my eyes shot open and I spun around. "The vines!" Thomas eyed the ivy as well before looking at me eyebrows raised.

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Several minutes later, I stared up at a tied up Alby hidden in the ivy, 30 feet up. I breathed heavily, my arms sore from getting him up there. "Ok, that's as good as it's going to get." I said looking over at Thomas, trying to block out the sounds of approaching Grievers.

"We should climb up there too." I furrowed my brow, surprised by his suggestion. "It's a big risk, there's no way to know if we'll be safe up there..." I was surprised at the calmness in my voice, even though I was still shaking, though I doubted Thomas could see that in the darkness.

"You don't know how to fight them?" I scoffed. "Sorry, have you not been paying attention? No one has survived a night in the Maze. I haven't been in this situation either."
"Yeah, but you were the one who actually got away from one right?" I briefly wondered how he already knew about that, seeing as he wasn't even here when it happened, but quickly blew it off.

"Ugh don't remind me. Besides, I'm pretty sure that one was defective or something. I got my knife in it, and it just took off. Doesn't make me some great griever fighter." I sighed grabbing onto one of the vines.
"Alright, let's climb."

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Waiting in the darkness, tied into the ivy wall, I held my breath, listening to the sound of Grievers became almost unbearably loud. It was if they were right below us, which I had constantly double checked.

I was beginning to become anxious, just having to wait there for my fate to unfold. I felt like I should be doing something, but I wasn't going to just run like Minho had, because that hadn't worked for anyone.

Beside me, I heard Thomas suck in a sharp breath, and I looked back down the corridor to see a lone griever making it's way towards us.
"Here goes" I thought to myself.