Twenty Two

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A small, yet large number of grievers had us surrounded

With a knife in each one of my hands, we had to fight them

I let out a scream of hope and rushed towards a griever

Fighting with all my strength, I managed to kill one.

I asked Teresa to enter in the numbers.

Chuck being the gentleman he is, went with her

Minho screaming the numbers while the rest of us were fighting

And after what seemed like an eternity, we managed to gain victory

Teresa and Chuck were also done with their duty.

''After three years of living, now we are free'                     [Newt]

The victorious Gladers ran through the door and into a white corridor 

We all started to walk with knives in our hands and blood on our faces

And we reached a room with torn wires and broken computers

Minho pushed a button which made a screen come up front

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