The Girl in the Maze

Ch 13

Alright so this is gonna be a mix of both the movie and the book and my own trash cuz I can't decide which to do.

Early next morning, Minho explains how the trick with the wax paper works. "We have to go to the different griever holes and then go through the holes, but we have to punch in a certain code. Got it?"
"Yep." I nod, and run through the plan in my head.
Seems okay.
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We're running through the maze, almost at the tunnel, when a griver attacks.
We're all still for a second, and then everything happens quickly.
I roar and grab my spear, charging the griever head on. It swerves, and I jump and twist in the air. It grabs something, no, somebody, and then I'm leaping down on the griever's head, putting a spear straight through it. The griever collapses, and I take a breath. A fast kill. But not fast enough.
Because there, in the grievers claws, lies a dead Chuck.
"Shit!" I yell, my voice ringing through the silence in the air. It feels like a small part of me has been taken, has died with Chuck.
I grab my spear, wrenching it out of the griever, and am rewarded with a bunch of griever brain on my spear. Not that they have brains.
But at the same time, I feel a little bit of pride, because that was the last griever. I killed the last griever.

From there, it's quick enough. We punch in the code, and run down a series of hallways. Until we reach destroyed room.
A screen flickers to life, and I immediately turn to it, as do the rest of the gladers.
"Hello, gladers." She says, a smooth voice. Not to be trusted, I think. The woman continues. "I am Ava Paige. If you are here, then you have obviously completed the Maze trail. Now, you must face the Scorch.
"You see, years ago, the sun came too close to Earth. It created these things called sun flares. They got into people, giving them a deathly disease known as the flare. They were called cranks." Pictures of people sickened with black veins and eyes flash across the screen.  "Cities were  destroyed, homes were broken, families were ripped apart." "More disgusting and brutal images flash across the screen, people dying, children crying.
"Until a new group of people emerged. Munies, they called them, for they were immune to the flare. Most of you are immune. But now, you must go to find the safe haven, find a cure." Ava says, annoyingly.
Goddamn. Haven't we already done enough, sacrificed enough?
Then the lady brings a gun to her head. "Goodbye, gladers." She says. "Remember, WICKED is good."
Then she pulls the trigger.
Everyone looks away. Everyone except me. And I see. I see her pull the gun away at the last moment, shoot behind her head. She falls to the ground, Pretending to be dead.
I don't tell anyone.
Not yet.

WICKED. That's the name of their organization. It has to be. It isn the name engraved on the maze walls, the name engraved on the box. The crates that come with the box. WICKED. WICKED is good. And then those words are engraved on my brain too.
Suddenly, gun noises come, and people in hazard suits come through the door, ushering us down the hallway. With no other way to go, we follow. But I see Gally sneak away. And I let him go.

The rest happens in a blur. We are pushed into helicopters, and they take us somewhere. The boys next to me are already alseep, but I can't rest. And, starring out the window, I see what Ava Paige showed is, for real this time. Dying land, broken cities, pleading people, a scared country.
And I finally call asleep, my head falling on the window.

Sorry it's short guys.