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"Good job." Minho panted as her whole body started to shake. She'd just realised her situation was serious and that there was absolutely no way out. No one survived a night in the maze. "You both just got yourselves killed."
"What?" Thomas asked, his voice shaking and radiating off the solid walls surrounding them. Minho fell back against the wall, finally giving up. Athena was still stood facing the walls, the image of Newts face left permanently in her eyes.
"I'm never gonna see him again." Tears slipped from her eyes. "I'm gonna die." She turned to Thomas and Minho, her sparkling eyes darting between the two. "I'm gonna die and I never even told him that I loved him."
"We can't think about that right now." Minho sighed, rubbing his eyes and looking down and Alby.
"What happened to him?" Thomas asked, walking closer to Alby and inspecting his still form.
"What does it look like? He got stung."
"What happened to his head?" Athena tenderly asked, lightly touching the wound.
"I did what I had to do."
The little girl shuddered at Minho's words, knowing that he wouldn't have hurt someone unless it was serious.
The scream of a griever stopped any communication they were making and caused them to look around. Minho stood up, ready to leave as the walls started to move.
"We gotta go. It's already changing."
"We cant leave him, Minho." Athena sternly told the older boy, her eyes burning into the back of his head. "You know we can't."
The boy stared at the limp body before helping Thomas pick him up. The two dragged him along the maze as Athena tried to keep up. Even while carrying a body the two boys were still a lot faster than she was. They rounded a corner and sat Alby down. Athena shooed the flies away from her. Another scream came from along the maze.
"We gotta go!" Minho cried, his panic starting to settle in.
"I'm not leaving Alby like this." Athena stomped her foot. As Minho and Thomas argued, she surveyed her surroundings, trying to connect the dots of how they could save Alby. She walked towards the wall, pulling one of the vines. They were strong.
"Tie him to the wall." She said. The two looked over at her. She stared back, her body crouching down next to the first in command. "Use the vines and lift him. The grievers won't see him there." As she took the knife from Minho's belt she ordered the two where to stand. At first they didn't move. "Please." She begged, slashing at the vine ends to loop them around Alby. "It's our only hope."
