"it's kind of hard to ask a dead guy what he did wrong."
a starlordesses gif series about the maze runner
currently editing the 200 parts
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It took some convincing, but finally the Gladers--well most of them--agreed, they had to escape the maze or they were going to die here. Even though you were completely sure this was the right thing to do, you were nervous and afraid. Nervous about what was to come and afraid for the possible death of your friends.
Newt quickly went over the plan for one last time before turning to the ones that were staying behind. "You're gonna die here in the Glade."
"It's not like we're not going to survive out there in the Maze. . ." Simon responded.
You chuckled. The group had taken a defensive stance weapons ready as if we were going to attack. "Since death is inevitable why not grab that little chance of surviving?"
Simon hesitated and took a step forward, but Rick put an arm in front of him stopping him from taking another step. "They're crazy, trust me we're going to survive."
"Hey!" Minho said holding a weapon in his hand. "Let him make his own decision."
Rick put his arm down as Simon looked between the two group before making his was over to you.
"Let's go!" Thomas urged feeling the need to get away from here.
"Shouldn't someone give a pep talk or something so everyone feels more--i don't know--confident that we are making it out alive?" You asked. "I mean I don't remember much, but I feel like when you're going into a battle someone is supposed to do it."
Everything seemed to fall in pieces that moment. Minho looked at you and finally understood his feelings, he understood his feeling when he was on the brink of death. He didn't know if he was going to be alive in an hour, but he knew he liked you. And he was going to do everything he could to keep you alive. "Be careful. Don't die."
You took is as a joke first and wore a smirk on your face, but when you saw his eyes you knew he was serious.
"Great, we're all bloody inspired," Newt scoffed.
"We'll survive, I can feel it in my bones," you reassured the frightened Gladers as you grabbed Minho's hand squeezing it. "We will survive."
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okay, m sorry i like to think m normally a better writer than this. . .
