Trapped (Full Story)

Chapter 4

I quickly made my way back to Alby's room and placed the keys back on his bed post.

I also made sure to avoid those squeaky tiles on the way out.

When I got to my clearing again with all my supplies, I set up camp.

I put my hammock up in a tree (not too high up, but definitely not too close to the ground), I made a little hidden area for my food and weapons. When I was done, I took one final sweep of the area before settling in my hammock.

This wouldn't be so bad honestly.

Well, minus the sneaking around part. And a little part of me would miss this place when I went back to reality.

Well. That's life.

I soon feel asleep on the hope that I'd be home tomorrow in my own bed.

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I was still in the Glade! No! I wanted to scream, but kept myself from doing so.

I got up and started pacing. Why was I here? Better yet, how am I here?!

I eventually push It out of my thoughts and decide to spy on the gladers instead. I didn't have much else to do anyways.

I got ready before grabbing some lunch and a small snack before sneaking near the edge of the deadheads.

Before I was able to be seen, I began to climb a tree, just high enough that I could still hear conversation but not be seen through the branches.

How long has it been for these guys? I knew they had only been in the maze for a little over 2 years before Thomas came. And by the looks of things, they hadn't been here for too long.

The homestead was having a second level made, and other structures were being built.

I knew I couldn't count on how many boys were there because the runners were out and the first group had come in 30.

Suddenly, two boys came walking towards the deadheads and stopped below my tree.

I listened in, trying to gather Information.

"-why can't Nick just get over it? George has been gone for a month now!" One boy said.