The Glader

Gravity

 By the end of the day, every Glader that was going had been given a backpack full of food, supplies and Grief serum, and a few makeshift weapons. We doubted that knives would be able to hold off Grievers, so we had passed out any long handled weapons we could find, including a few as primitive as shovels and tree branches duct taped together.

I myself was reacquainted with the old spear I had used as a runner. As my fingers found the familiar spots in the weapon's handle, my heart started to pound harder. I was really going to do this. I was really going to go back in that Maze.

I sat down next to Minho at the dinner table with a plate full of steak, apples, and mashed potatoes, but I wasn't hungry. Even if I was, I doubted I'd be able to keep anything down, what with the butterflies swarming in my stomach.

"I've got question," Minho said, through a mouthful of food.

"What?" I asked, moving my mashed potatoes around my plate moody.

"Who am I named after? Why didn't Thomas mention me?"

I thought for a minute, then said, "Probably Minho Ro."

"Who's that?" Minho asked, looking confused.

"The inventor of the Flat-trans."

"That's cool, I guess," Minho said, "What's a flat-trans?"

"You know, that transporter thingy, it takes ya to places."

"How do you know all this?"

"I don't know," I said, "I don't bloody remember much about inventors and stuff. Just bits and pieces."

Minho suddenly grinned, a mischievous smile lighting up his face. "Ya know how Isaac Newton discovered gravity, right?"

"How?"

Minho held up his apple, winked, then chucked it right at me. It hit me in the chest, bouncing to the ground.

"What was that for?" I asked, leaning over to pick it up. That's when my own apple hit me in the head.

"Minho!"

"I'm hopin' you'll discover gravity," Minho grinned, helping me up.

"I'll show ya gravity, ya shank," I said, and chucked his apple right back at him. He grinned, catching it out of the air before hit hit his face.

That's when my watch buzzed.

"It's time," I said.