Injured Feet & Rickety Hearts {Book 1 Completed}

//Chapter 13//

*Above is Malaya*

I sighed as I sat in the kitchen by myself, I know I should have gone off and hung out with Newt today but I don't think I could talk to anyone without biting their heads off. I was furious. Alby had threatened to kill my dog, all because I faked a trial, how much more of a dick could you get? Minho had gone off to the Map room's after the trials and everyone else was still at work. I could see by how the air was starting to take on a blueish tinge that the gates would be shutting within the next hour or two. The runners weren't back yet so we still had to wait for them.

With a sigh, I stood up before lumbering out of the kitchen, stuffing my hands into my pockets. I just wanted to be alone for now, I guess it's just really sunk in that this is really what my life would be like from now on, if I got the job of runner I would be forced to go out there every morning until I died or until we found an exit. I knew nothing about the Maze, mostly because I never wanted to ask. There could be zombies out there and I wouldn't even know.

I kicked a rock away as I walked into the deadheads, Bark trotting at my side happily, he didn't understand what was going on, he was just a dog, this would be the paradise for him. he doesn't realise that there is a life we don't remember outside these walls. He saw this as the world.

The trees loomed in the blue tinged air, there branches stretching out like the mangled and bony fingers of a witch grasping around for its next prey. There shadows swayed on the ground like a ghostly beast stalking me through the trees. Every step I took sent the smell of moss and mulch wafting into my nose. Although it never rained in the glade the floor seemed almost damp.

I aimlessly walked through the trees, no idea where I was going. I haven't been here all that often, but at the moment it seemed like the perfect place to go and get away from everyone until I could grasp a hold of my sanity.

I kept walking, the trees density seeming to get thicker the further I went into the forest. As I was walking I was dazing off into my own head, so when my foot caught something, and I came tumbling to the ground it scared me, I wasn't concentrating I was not nearly ready for that.

I winced and gasped at the sudden tumble, I only just managed to put my hands out, but it still wasn't quick enough to stop my cheek from getting stuck with a stick. It stung enough to make my eyes water. The ground was flat a second ago and what every I tripped on was large, where did it come from?

I groaned before rolling over, pulling myself up into a sitting position as Bark came trotting over to my side, nudging my hand and my legs like he wanted to play. Maybe he was checking if I was ok.

"I'm ok buddy... what is this place?"

Slowly I pulled myself up to my feet, looking around at the place I was in. It was startling, spread out in the small clearing were small structures. Old and rotted wood stuck up out of the ground with one nailed across it, making a cross. Headstones.

I was shot with an eerie feeling as I realised where I was, the glade cemetery. There were so many, two dozen crosses in this area with small bits of wood nailed onto the horizontal planks of wood, they were carved on with a knife to spell names.

On one of the nastier looking headstones there was a rotting plank that was swinging from one nail. It had a name written across it, the letters slowly getting larger and slightly more off centred than the letter before it. I had to squint my eyes to see what the name said.

'George'

I wonder what happened to you? did Gally annoy you to death. Or maybe you were one of the luckier ones who was here before Gally. Were you a runner? I wonder if he had any family before you were put here, I wonder if any of us have any family waiting for us outside of this klunk-hole.