Injured Feet & Rickety Hearts {Book 1 Completed}

//Chapter 70//

This Chapters a little shorter than usual

If I was bold to say.

Frypans food had never been the greatest, but tonight, he had really out done himself. Whatever food we hadn't packed in our rucksacks he had thrown on the plate. Mash potato, vegetables that were cooked all the way through. Chicken and pork on the plate. This was our last meal in the glade, I guess he wanted it to be good.

I was with Minho. Newt and Alby had gone off to organise a few things as I would expect. Right now, I was trying to gather my thoughts, trying to convince myself that everything was going to be ok.

I couldn't help but thinking about the times me and Minho would come in here and laugh in the mornings before we went on our runs. The time he made fun of me for saying I was married to Frypans food. There were many things we had done before going out to the maze. This time, however, was much more different.

I scratched behind Barks ears as I went over the plan for tonight. I sighed deeply, if Thomas was right, then only one person will die tonight. Then the grievers would stop, Thomas and Teresa had to get the codes into the computer and shut the grievers off, then it was over, then it was all over.

I sighed once more.

"May, you're giving me extreme anxiety with all that sighing, please stop"

I looked up at Minho and gave him a sarcastic look.

"Oh, I'm sorry that my stress is contagious"

Minho only snorted at me before finishing the last of his meat. I choked back the sigh I wanted to let go again before I went back to eating. I guess this was it. I looked around the room and looked at all who remained.

Chuck was over with Thomas and by the looks of it, they were actually enjoying a good conversation, even if Thomas looked bored. It was good to have a level of normality in the world with everything being so crazy.

I finished my food and pushed my plate away, now replacing its position with the bow Newt had given me. It felt so foreign, but yet so familiar. For a very strange reason I could remember how to use it, where my arms were supposed to be, where the arrow should sit. I could almost feel it shooting from the shaft and shooting silently through the air.

Out of impulse I pulled the quiver from the ground and placed it between my legs, I counted how many arrows I had, thinking at least if I broke out into fighting up there that I will know how many arrows I can use and when I need to start saving my shots.

I'm also planning to keep my distance, the further away I was, the more advantage I will have. At least then I can protect Chuck if I need to, I can protect the hurt, anyone who needs it.

I counted 36. Slowly taking one out and running my fingers along the sleek black pole, its soft surface cold to the touch. I eyed the silver arrowhead, made with precision, so simple yet so deadly.

I flicked the point across my thumb, I could feel how sharp it was, like it had been sharpened recently, but then again, I assume this thing hasn't been used.

"You know how to use this thing?"

He asked curious and I nodded.

"Somehow, I'm not sure how I remember"

"I'm sure you were a badass outside of the maze M"

That made me laugh, though it was a half-hearted chuckle more so. I gave him a long look before I smiled. I didn't sigh this time, I just took a deep breath in through my nose. And just as I did, I heard Newt and Alby starting to make commotion.