Injured Feet & Rickety Hearts {Book 1 Completed}

//Chapter 77//

The man turned away and gave a few more orders before he started running towards the door. My mind went numb, my only thought was to follow him. Where else could we go, we can't go back to the maze and we can't stay here.

The sounds of agonising cries hurt my head to the point where it felt like I too had been shot. I dropped my hand and took tight hold of Newts. This might be it, this might be the rescue we've wanted.

"Go!"

One of the people screamed and I jumped, we had to go, we have to, we had no other choice. Thomas, was the one to make the first move. He put one foot forward before he sprinted straight for the door.

People dashed after him and soon Newt was tugging me along, but I stopped, I couldn't go. I... I can't just leave. I tugged backwards and dropped to my knees at Chucks side. I didn't get my goodbye. Even though I never wanted to give it.

His face was pale and his skin was cold.

"Come on May, we have to go!"

Newt cried, I let a tear drop as I lowered my lips to chucks head. Slowly I ran my fingers over his eye lids before muttering quietly,

"I love you"

He was my best friend, he was so happy all the time, yet he was the one who died. I ripped the knife from his chest before lowering it down as I took a fistful of the bottom of his shirt. I cut a strip off before I tossed the knife away.

I couldn't leave without something, without a piece of him, of his memory. In a world where my memory could be manipulated, I didn't want to forget him. Newt took a hold of my shoulder before I scrambled to my feet, clutching tightly to the piece of fabric we broke into a run.

My heart ached to stay with him, like somehow, I could catch up on all the time I missed with him in the maze. Like somehow, I would be able to talk with him again. Kind of ironic isn't, the child that everyone said talked to much, was now silent. And we missed his voice. It made me feel guilty, I had been one who got annoyed by his constant questions, now I would give anything to hear his voice.

I'm never going to miss out on my friend's life, I don't want to lose someone knowing I could have down so much more for them. I can't handle that feeling anymore. I'm done hating people, we had too much to lose. Even though sometimes it felt like we didn't.

We ran as fast as we could, Newts limp affected him a little this time, but he pushed through it. We dashed through the door, Bark running in front of us now as if to clear or lead the way. The group turned sharply up ahead, and the group seemed to slow. I assumed the reason was because of stairs.

The hallway was dimly lit and smelt thick of metal and electricity. My heart ached for our dead, my mind reeled with questions and my body longed for rest. I hoped that this would stop, that we could stop soon.

I needed to think, I needed to breath, I needed to get my head above water.

We turned sharply and started rushing up and flight of stairs. The sound of gunfire and screaming still in the distance, more soldiers came up behind us, yelling for us not to stop and keep going. It sure scared us into running faster.

They were rescuing us, at least I hoped that's what this was. What else could it possibly be I thought to myself. But I didn't know anymore, so much had happened that anything seemed possible at this point.

We ended up going down another hallway before running up another set of stairs. We went down only to come right back up again, I would be glad to actually be standing on the actually crust of the earth.

we got to the top of those stairs before we were running down what seemed to be the last hall, at the end of this hall was another door. I picked up my pace and Newt did too, desperate to get to the doors. We were only a few metres behind the group now and after a quick head count all 21 –