||The Maze Runner||Gally fanfic

Chapter 2

you and gally just got out of the forest, and you both lay the dAmp wood on the ground next to the pit. How does he not seem tired?

Gally asks," why is everyone at the doors of the maze?"

"I don't know. Lets go see."

As you and gally jog to the gladers, you just feel right. Like even thought you don't want to be here, you never would want to leave gallys side. But he still appears to be very tough and distant.

When you get there, you stand next to chuck and ask him, "what's going on?

"The maze isn't changing"

"What's going to happen?"

Chuck replies,"the maze changes every night. For the past three years. Something's going to happen."

You go over the alby and Minho, who seem to be very brave and wise. "What are we going to do?"

Alby replies,"we have to get into groups."

Minho adds,"we all need a weapon and a hiding spot."

Out of the silence, Thomas shouts, " look! The maze is changing! Into one straight hallway!"

You see gally hesitating to run in. This time he seems to be risking his own safety to go in.

Gally sprints in.

"Shuck!" Shouts newt. "He's not a bloody runner!"

The doors slowly close and you have images in you mind of newt saying how no one makes a night in the maze.

you sprint in.

They try to hold you back but you make it in against the closing stone walls.

You whisper to yourself, "where's Gally?"

You run deeper into the maze desperately calling for gally. You run to the right corner and get knocked down. And what ever knocked down you, got knocked down too.

"Gally!"

"What are you doing here!"

"To find you!"

"You're way in over your head greenie."

"My name is Y/N ."

"Well, pleased to meet you Y/N, but were either going to fight hard or die."

"Bring it. Anything you've got."

"Ok greenie. I mean Y/N. something obviously changed. So we run for clues for a few hours while we can and head back at quickly as possible."

"Alright. Follow me."

you both sprint to the right because you thought you saw something.

As you think your almost there you and gally both stop dead cold in your tracks. Right in front of you, about 19 feet away, is what you would call a griever.