ACT II SCENE XXIX
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THE PIECE of metal sheet scraped noisily against the ground as the young girl dragged it towards their make-shift shelter. The sun continued to beat down on them with a vengeance, as if it couldn't believe that they were walking around in its wake. She dumped it next to the entrance of an opening between two collapsed buildings and dusted her hands.
"I think this'll work," she called. "There's a place with a few supplies a couple of blocks away that we could drop by tomorrow."
A boy's head popped out of the opening and squinted up at her with a smirk on his dirt streaked face. "Great," he responded. "What's in it?"
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Fanfiction⸻ ( Minho ) The gods play their games; mortals pay their price. ( the maze runner ) • 2020 ( editing )