MAZES | cake ✓ | warning:shitty!

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The next day, Luke was still being treated in the Infirmary. His wounds had been classified as human-inflicted, meaning that someone in the Glade had done that to him and hadn't fessed up yet.

Someone had hurt his Lukey, and Calum wasn't there to save him, to help him.

Calum felt something die a little inside, his heart withering as he followed Shawn through the light drizzle down a worn path through The Glade, Calum's black converse dampening to an even darker black, if that was possible. Mud stained the fringes of his black skinny jeans around his shins, his blond-streaked hair messy and unkempt, damp and mopping over his forehead.

"Keep up, would you?" Shawn called over his shoulder as they arrived at the gaping entrance to The Maze. Huffing as he stopped beside Shawn, both boys began examining the immense stone walls of what kept them prisoner in this glade; as if contemplating whether it was worth a shot to try to climb it or not. Shawn had said they'd tried it in the past and one of the gladers ended up getting ravished by a griever.

"Are we going in the maze?" Calum suddenly spoke aloud, surprise evident in his tone.

Shawn nodded as if it were obvious. "How else would you train to be a Runner? You can't just run laps around The Glade, it isn't the same concept." He jerked his head to the side and shifted the leather sheath he wore over his shoulder that held a long metal dagger as a weapon if anything happened.

Calum, now anxious, nodded discreetly before both boys took off into the maze.

Shawn jogged ahead at a decent speed, not exactly running full speed but not just jogging either. It was somewhere in between, and Calum kept up at a bit slower of a pace due to needing to stay behind him.

The walks of the maze looked ancient, they were slate gray in color and eroded at some corners, weathered away. Some walks had moss or lichen lacing up the side of it, some even having dried blood or long scratch marks along the surface. Obviously people had died here. Harry and Ren being two of them.

Shawn veered left around the first corner and Calum stumbled due to the slick, wet stone ground but followed until they came across a diverge in the path, you could either go left, right, or straight. If you went left there was nothing but another wall, right and straight seemed to be their options but Shawn jogged straight as if it were nothing. Coughing a bit, beginning to run out of breath, Calum shook his head and followed.

They continued running simple paths around The Maze, considering Grievers were never out during the day and viperwolves weren't in this section.

They were out, simply running for almost two hours with only short breaks, before Shawn suddenly skidded to a halt as he rounded a dead-end corner.

"Holy shit!" He screeched and Calum, not looking where he was going, ran into Shawn from behind and nearly fell on his arse, but he regained balance and padded up beside Shawn, winded and red-faced.

"What is-"

Calum didn't even need to finish.

Before them, sprawled in front of the wall, was a dead viperwolf.

The thing was hideous, grotesque and utter hell in its finest form. Its front four legs were sprawled and tangled in front of it, its back two twisted at odd angles. It's roach-like jaws were gaping open, its four serpentine - like eyes frozen open. A thin line of acidic, neon green liquid -saliva- trickled and dripped from its hideous black fangs, and at the back of its throat there was a thick black liquid bubbling with a horrible blub, blub sound. It was its venom.