Rogue | Group B → The Maze Runner¹

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● [ vi . the sixth month ]

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AS SONYA barrelled into the maze wall, Rogue couldn't help but laugh. 'You are such an idiot,' she teased. Sonya huffed in irritation and attempted to playfully kick Rogue, but she stepped aside, dodging her with a grin.
'You're a right piece of klank, you,' Sonya jeered, rubbing her nose. 'You know I'm not used to the maze changing.'
'Sonya, you've got the map. It'd help if you looked at it every once in a while.'

Admittedly, Rogue favoured the days she ran with Sonya. No one else kept her quite so entertained in an otherwise monotonous, repetitive environment. Besides, whenever she was assigned Sara, thoughts of Jane inevitably crept in.

Sonya brushed the last remnants of debris from her clothes before pulling out the map. 'What's it saying, then?' Rogue asked.
'Well, last month we went that way,' Sonya replied, pointing limply to an open entrance heading left. 'So let's head right this time.'
Rogue nodded, following after her.

Sonya was incredibly fast, but Rogue excelled in stamina. Though, it was Serena and Danica, the new additions to the Carriers, that had quickly earned their place as strategic thinkers and agile runners. Serena was the second Blondie to arrive following Emmy, maintaining the new pattern of one girl per month. She had an uncanny knack for memorising the Maze. Danica, on the other hand, was of the original fifteen. 

They rounded a few more corners, jostling each other along the way. Amidst their discussion of Ada, Sonya's strides slowed, her eyes fixated on a distant point in the Maze. Her features betrayed her curiosity, and without warning, she came to a sudden stop, causing Rogue to thud into her.

'Ouch,' Rogue grumbled, pushing herself from Sonya's back. 'What's wrong with you?'
Sonya's expression, framed by loose tendrils of blonde hair, was a portrait of surprise, her eyes wide with astonishment as she pointed ahead. 'Look, stick!'

In front of them was an imposing structure of stone and metal. Carved intricately into the ancient stone was a rectangular void, resembling a doorway. It was a familiar sight, though encountered only sparingly.

'Holy shit,' Rogue exclaimed. 'It's another section.' Giddy, she turned to Sonya, grasping her shoulders firmly and hopping on each foot.
'A new one, right?'
'Yes, genius.' Rogue said. Sonya hadn't quite grasped sarcasm, so she smiled. 'Are we gonna go in or what?' Rogue continued, hitching her backpack up. 

Sonya nodded, dashing ahead with Rogue at her heel. Their conversation mingled with the anticipation of the unexplored passages. The miles they ran seemed to blur into a whirlwind of excitement; whenever they encountered a dead-end, they pivoted, turning back and retracing their steps. Though, they ended up back where they started.