The Maze Runner Imagines *requests open*

Minho [19]

Wasteland (unedited)
Minho's POV

I've lost track of how long we've been here. I know that it's been a long time, but I can't comprehend how many weeks, how many months.

I used to count the days in my head, but I eventually lost count and gave up. I occasionally ask Y/N since she still keeps track, but I've been asking less and less frequently as the days go on.

I've stopped caring about that, I know that we're never going to escape this, let alone fix it.

I try to act like I still care, though. Y/N still has hope and I don't want to ruin that for her. I know it makes all of this easier for her to handle.

We've been living in a deserted city, one on the smaller side of the spectrum. There aren't as many cranks here, but we still occasionally have to fight them off.

Most of the time, we just sit around in silence. Sometimes we do it in our own respective rooms, (which can't even really be considered as rooms with the condition they're in) and sometimes we do it as a group, staring at each other and then looking away and pretending we weren't.

The only time that any of us really get up to do something other then get food or water is when Y/N wants to do something.

A lot of times, she tries to drag us to new parts of the city so she can go exploring. It takes a lot of convincing, but she can normally get me to go with her. But everyone else stays resistant and continue to say no until she can convince me to go. Once she's done that, they can go back to be quiet.

That's when I force myself to get up and go with her to whatever unexplored part of the city she wants to see.

There are a few reasons I agree to go with her. The first one is that I don't want her to get hurt. As long as I'm there, I can act as a guard. Well, not so much of a guard, but more of a watchman. I keep a lookout for any cranks and tell if I find any and then she goes in for the attack and kills them all before I even get a chance to pull out a weapon.

Then we just continue with our expedition, as she calls it, like nothing had happened.

We look around for a couple hours three or four days a week, and even though I deny it, I love going with her. It gives me a chance to spend time with her alone.

Most of the time we're exploring, she's actually looking at everything around us whereas I'm looking at her. She never notices, she's too entranced by the things she's finding.

I always have to make her go back to the building we all stay in. It can get pretty difficult to bring her back before dark. We all know it's more dangerous to be out at night, but Y/N doesn't care. She's rather stay out in the city forever, just looking around and discovering new places and things.

Yesterday, I asked her how many days it had been. She said 681. It seemed like too many, but I believed her.

Then, this morning I woke up, expecting to see her next to me. She always sleeps in my room the night after we go exploring. But she wasn't there.

I asked around to see if anyone knew where she was, but no one did. I decided to go back to where we went yesterday, just in case she had decided to go back out alone. I searched for about an hour before I found her on that 682nd day.

But when I returned to the rest of the group, I returned alone with tears on my cheeks.

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