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wrath of 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 ...
RIA WATCHED WITH a pained expression as the Gladers sprinted towards the doors of the maze. They were wide open, as if they were laughing menacingly.
She broke into a sprint after the other boys and Teresa towards the stone labyrinth, her heart pounding in perfect time with her heavy footsteps. The haunting emptiness of the maze corridor loomed before Ria as she approached the door, fear wrenching at her heart. Nobody spoke. An eerie silence lingered in the air.
Abruptly, a piercing, rumbling screech bellowed from deep within the maze and Ria covered her ears, squeezing her eyes shut. Another audible grinding sound echoed from behind her. Fearfully, she turned around only to be met with a site of horror.
The other doors were opening.
The distressed screeching of birds filled the atmosphere and rung in Ria's head as she frantically jumped at the awful sound of the other sets of doors opening. Something was definitely wrong. Her breaths became more frequent as she stared at the sights before her in disbelief.
Was whoever controlled the maze trying to kill them?
"Okay, Chuck, I want you to go to the Council Hall, okay? Start barricading the doors." Thomas muttered urgently to Chuck who nodded obediently.
"Winston, you go with him." Newt commanded.
"Got it," the boy replied.
Gally spoke up, panic and authority evident in his tone. "Get the others! Tell them go hide. Now!"
Winston and Chuck took off in the opposite direction without hesitation. Ria watched them go, hoping this was all a nightmare she would wake up from.
"Minho, I want you to grab every weapon you can find. I'll meet you at Council Hall." Thomas ordered the boy. The Keeper of the runners responded immediately, sprinting away along with Frypan. Thomas then turned to Teresa, muttering an instruction hurriedly in her ear.
Ria felt Newt tug at her sleeve softly. "Stay by me. Okay? I'm not losing you again Ria." The girl nodded gravely, swallowing. Then, before anyone could act, distant yells of trepidation and panic arose from the direction of the forest.
"Grievers! Go back! Go back!"
An ominous screeching bellow erupted from the maze where Ria stood and she felt the familiar sentiment of pure fear inhabit her body. Her mind flipped back to the revolting and monstrous sight of the griever and as soon as she caught sight of the creatures crawling and scratching their way minaciously towards the Glade, she panicked.
