The Fighter 》 The Maze Runner

Ten

"Run, Danielle!"

"Hurry up, Dan!"

"Come on, Danster!"

"Hurry Danny!"

"Run, Tiger, run!"

"What do you think I'm trying to do?!" I yelled at the Gladers.

I pushed myself more. They kept yelling at me. The doors were getting smaller and smaller. What broke my heart the most was his yell.

"Danny!"

5...4...3...2...1.

BAM!

I slipped through the small opening in time. I only took a few steps before I collapsed on the floor. If I wasn't tired right now I would have kissed it. I'm back in the Glade. I made it...I survived.

Then, I was surrounded by the Gladers. They kept firing questions at me. Either that or had conversations with the other Gladers.

"You ok, Danielle?"

"Of course she's not, you shank!"

"Guys, give her some air."

"What happened?"

"Did you klunk your pants?"

Nick broke the group up, "Slim it!" He helped me up. "What happened?"

"Griever...came out of nowhere...split up...ran...jumped far..lost them...ran again..." I panted. I didn't tell them about the voice in my head that helped me.

"She's bleeding!" One of the Gladers shouted.

I looked down and saw the big cut on my arm. Blood was dripping down it. Probably from the jump, but I was trying to run for my life to even notice.

"Head to the Med-jacks." Nick instructed.

I was still out of breathe so I have him an ok sign.

》》》》

"You are one crazy shank, you know that?" Clint asked chuckling.

He was checking on my arm while Jeff went to get some wraps. To past time he asked what happened in the Maze. I guess word travels fast around here. I told him everything...well not everything. He didn't believe my at first, but he got a good look at my arm and shuts up.

I placed my good hand over my heart and faked being hurt, "That hurts. I'm the one injured and you're calling me crazy."

We laughed and there was a knock on the door. We turned out heads to see Minho leaning against the doorway.

"She-bean lives to tell the tale." He joked.

I chuckled as I got up and thank Clint before leaving. Minho and I walked down the steps of the Homestead. When we were a few yards away he smacked the back of my head .

I began rubbing the back of it, "Ow, what the shuck was that for?"

"For scaring the klunk out of all of us, you slinthead. You were a few seconds away from being a Griever's dinner."

"Speaking of dinner is it ready yet. I'm starving."

He chuckled as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders, "Of course you'll be thinking of food after everything."

I laughed as I pushed him off, "Oh, like you wouldn't be doing the same. You'll probably gloat about it." I did my best Minho impression. "Guess what, Shanks? I survived a shucking Griever attack because I'm just that awesome...blah, blah, blah."