Group A's Savior // Maze Runner

Chapter 1: Escaping?

Chapter 1

Camri's POV

I ran full speed, there was a griever chasing me.

"Cam, please!! Run!!! I'll be fine!" Tyler screamed.

"No!" I screamed back, "remember, we always stick together no matter what!"

Then all of a sudden, he stopped, standing still, watching the griever come towards him.

"TY!!"

The griever bit halfway into him, enjoying itself, engulfing my brother.

The griever suddenly squealed and ran away. That was kind of weird, but now, all I care about is my older brother lying on the ground, dead.

"Tyler, no. This isn't possible. How could you..." I cried, tears escaping my eyes.

Then, I felt a hand on my shoulder and a few clicks from behind me.

I instantly shot up, aiming my gun at the prey.

It was a group of teenage boys. A muscular asian kid, a tall boy with a square jaw and blonde hair, and a boy with dark hair and light eyes, his hand on my shoulder, somewhat comforting me.

"Who are you?" I asked, standing up, my eyes narrowing.

They all out their hands up in defense.

"I'm Minho." The asian said.

"I'm Newt."

"Thomas."

I looked back and forth to each of them.

"What group are you in?"

They all looked confused with my question, "group?"

I rolled my eyes. "Yes, group. Everyone is in a certain group. I'm in Group B. You guys?"

"We don't know....are we supposed to know?"

"Well, the tattoo should be on the back of your neck, or else your not even supposed to be here."

Minho asked Thomas to look at the back of his neck; "The leader."

His neck also said Group A. My group had told me not to go to Group A's side of the maze. But what do they know?

Newt's was "The Glue."

"Then what's mine?" Thomas asked, his eyebrows scrunched up. I checked it. And was surprised; "to be killed by Group B?"

I raised my eyebrows.

What? Our group is pretty peaceful if you ask me. Everyone is nice and caring.

Their eyes glared at me, "your coming with us." Minho said, dragging me with my arms.

"You didn't even read mine!!" I yelled.

This time, they rolled their eyes.

Personally, I never asked anybody to read mine. I always had it covered up from everyone, even my own brother. I informed everyone I didn't have one because the creators might have thought I was not important to the task they were doing and that I would be the first one to die.

Thomas hesitantly read mine.

"Group A's savior."

His eyes went from dark to shocked.

"Your still coming with us." Newt said taking my hand from Minho's, except that he was more gentle than him.

"But.. What about my brother and my group? I'm a runner. If I don't go back, they'd be worried sick."

"It's okay. I'm pretty sure that your brother would be found from your group and didn't it say on your neck that you are our savior?"

"I guess." I sighed.