¹ 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 - 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘴

↳ 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚠𝚘 ✗

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//S A G E//

I'VE CAME TO LIKE Chuck. He's a sweet boy, probably not even thirteen. A month has passed since he came up. It's been a month since I got stung. I'm healed and I'm back my job. My running. Minho and Ben join me during the day. I don't run at night any more because of Newt's and Minho's worry. I respect that, not wanting to go against their wishes.

Although things were starting to look great, something tragic happened. River, he died. I was running in the maze with him, when a griever came out of nowhere and attacked us. I tried killing the griever, but River pushed me out of the way. He got stung, and then the griever dragged him off. I desperately chased after them, but it was no use. Im still mourning for the lost of my best friend for weeks now.

We hadn't had any grievers come out during the day since River, and I'm not sure if that's a good sign or not. Anyway, Every once in a while I run or help with the new greenie. We haven't had a new greenie in a month so we should be getting one very soon.

Since day one I wanted to run into that maze and now I can. It's amazing honestly. But dangerous. Right now I'm heading back to the Glade. I've decided to stop running and let the other boys do the rest. I was walking back. I'm wearing my usual choice of clothing. My black leather jacket, a black tank top, black cargo pants, and black combat boots.

Every month when a new greenie comes, we get backpacks and big boxes full of stuff. Every time there's a box with my name on it. I also get more arrows and more knives. When I open it there's lots of things. I get soap, bands to hold my hair up, and new clothes, but it's mostly body armor or something a warrior would wear. They even sent up black eye makeup, or whatever it's called. I don't know why but it's almost like warrior paint.

I have my own room in homestead since I'm a girl, I also have my own bathroom. Newt's room is on the left side of my room and Minho's on the right. Keepers get their own rooms, unlike the poor boys who have to sleep outside.

My machete was hanging from my back. I had two knives in both of my boots. I even have a small knife holster on my thigh. The rest of the gladers don't carry knives with them but I usually do since I'm the only girl and after an attack happened the first year I was here when we didn't have rules or a leader.

I exited the maze and was immediately greeted by the ringing of the box going off. I started to jog towards the box, the boys running towards the box as well. When I got there, the large concrete doors were already opened, so the rusty chain link gate was closed. A boy was huddled against the corner, his arm up, blocking his eyes from the bright sun. I couldn't see much of his face due to hi arm. but I did notice his face scrunched up.