Her

Chapter Twelve

Six months of memory now filled her mind. Five other Gladers had come and seven had gone in such a seemingly short period of time.
Her eyes were wide awake at the sun's orange rising. She turned over and opened the Slammer,
"C'mon shank! We got a maze to solve!"
Newt groaned and sat up, his hair awry and standing in weird places,
"Jeeze Greenie, I know it's your first day back but can't you give a friend ten more minutes to sleep? Slim it down. And since when do you call me shank?"
"Since today..."
She extended a hand and helped him up,
"...now c'mon. We have some Creators' butts to kick."
He raised one brow,
"You really are an odd one, you know that?"
"Yeah, yeah. Anyway, where's Minho?"
"He and two others are on break today."
"And the other two?"
"Injured."
"Well then, it's your lucky day. You're stuck with me for all of it."
"Oh joy. A whole day in the maze with the jacked one here."
"Oh c'mon, you know my craziness is the main reason you're friends with me."
"Debatable, but let's go."
They were running for a good four hours when they passed the Blades. There on, they walked carefully onward.
"I think this is the most far out we've ever gotten," Newt said as they passed the last set of Blades.
"What's that?" She said running off.
He swiftly followed after her and peered over a dark and muddy crevice in the earth.
"Look. There's an entrance to something at the bottom," she said stepping forward.
A red light blinked inside and he put a hand out in front of her,
"Wait! What is that?"
The red light grew closer until a Griever revealed itself outside of its hiding spot.
"Go! Go!" he yelled grabbing her hand again and hurtling them away from the beast that was following them. They weaved around the Blades and back into the passageways. They looked behind themselves, saw nothing, and halted.
Their chests heaved up and down as they tried to fill their lungs with air.
"You think we lost it?" he questioned.
The Griever abruptly jumped from one of the passageways and thrusted its stinger towards him.
"Newt!" she shouted as she shoved him out of the way.
A piercing noise sounded and she felt a shooting pain fill her right arm. Her vision blurred, until it was nothing but a black, inky nothingness.

              *Chapter Twelve of Twenty-three*