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Wrapped the ivy all around Alby and pulled him upwards.

A terrifying scream, much worse than thunder.

I rotate my head and my whole world spun.

A Griever in front of me, feels like I've been stunned.

Without looking back, my feet started to move.

Hoping and hoping it won't counter move.

Gets pushed by another force, happy to see who it is.

Glad to see Minho, he'll help me get out of this frizz.

"Right.... Left again right" he leads me out of this madness

Sees that the Griever is coming right behind us.

Two walls ahead of me about to compress.

Runs in between them and the Griever gets pressed.





Poem: ''The Maze Runner''Where stories live. Discover now