Good And Gone || The Maze Runner

|| Chapter 13 ||

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"I'm lost here
I'm running through the halls of emptiness
I can't find a way to get back to the end
I'm feeling like I'm stuck inside a cage
In this maze I won't feel the breeze
'till I break this maze and run"

-Thomas' POV-  

I landed on the hard stone floor of the Maze. I slowly picked my head up, looking at the large doors that had just closed behind me. I slowly turned to look around, there were high walls all covered with moss or vine.

"Good job, you just killed yourself." Minho's voice muttered from behind me. I turned around to face him, he was sitting on his knees.

"What?" I asked as I stood up and walked over to him.

I saw Alby lying on the ground, I bent down looking at him. He had a gash on his head and was unconscious from the looks of it.

"What happened?"

"What does it look like? He got stung."

"What happened to his head?"

"Why do you always ask so many questions?" He asked me. Both you and your sister are the most inquisitive Gladers we've ever had, And I did what I had to do..." There was a loud screech in the distance, I looked up. Minho stood up, I tried to grab for Alby.

"Help me get him up," I said.

"We gotta go, the Maze is already changing." He announced hurriedly, already walking away a bit.

"Hey, Minho!" I called. He stopped and turned around. "We can't just leave him here." Minho slowly turned around to look at me.

He finally obliged and we got him up dragging him with us as we walked through slim corridors trying to stay away from Grievers I guessed. Minho knew his way around the Maze when it changed and what places changed. We reached a wall and Minho told me to help him set Alby down. We set him against a wall and then we heard the screech of what I assumed was a Griever.

"This isn't gonna work," Minho said. "We gotta go. We gotta go!" He emphasized, standing up and frantically looking around.

"Woah, wait what are you talking about?" I asked. "We gotta do something with him."

"Where?"

"I don't know, Minho think. You're telling me that there's not a single place we can take him?" Minho groaned before grabbing the collar of my shirt and pushing me against the wall.

"Listen to me Shuck-face. Take a look around. There's nowhere to go!" He let go and backed up a bit. "You don't get it," he said shaking his head. "We're already dead." He stressed.

I spotted the wall of ivy and vines behind him and stood up going to it. I told him my little plan and we took a chunk of vine off and then strung Ably up and hoisted him up the wall trying to hide him within the ivy and vines. There was another Griever screech, closer than before, Minho's grip on the vine loosened slightly.

"What are you doing?"

"Gotta go...We gotta go!" He said hurriedly.

"No, no, no. Okay just a little more-" I tried reasoning.

"We gotta go!"

"Stay with me Minho just a little more okay,"

"I'm sorry Greenie," He apologized before releasing his grip on the vine and taking off.