Mysteries of the Maze » Newt {1}

Twelve

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Darkness came quickly. Alby got heavier by the minute and it was me who asked if we could stop for a minute.

"We have to keep moving." Minho complained, as we set Alby down.

"We should hide him somewhere, he's slowing us down." Thomas sat.

"We should've left him like I suggested." Minho said.

"Maybe we can-"

"Listen you dumb Shank," Minho angrily gripped Thomas' shirt and shoved him into the wall beside Alby. "There's nowhere to go! We're already dead."

I rolled my eyes and let the boys have their mini battle. I looked around searching for anyway to carry out Thomas' plan. If we ran int whatever a Griever was, there was no way we would make it with Alby. Vines scaled  the opposite wall and suddenly it clicked. 

"Hey, Shanks." I called. Thomas and Minho looked at me in unison. "Wanna give me a hand?"

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The three of us tied Alby to a branch and pulled him up the wall. He was a lot heavier than he looked.

A disturbing and loud churning sound suddenly came from around the corner, making the three of us freeze.

"Did anybody else hear that?" I asked, quietly.

"We have to hurry." Thomas tugged on the branch, pulling Alby up further on the wall.

Minho looked around the corner and quickly jumped back. "We have to go!"

"Just a little bit more!" Thomas argued.

"There's no way, Greenie!" Minho protested.

Thomas and I pulled one more time, before feeling like Alby was suddenly 100 ton of metal.

"Sorry, Greenie." Minho mumbled, before running off.

The branch slipped from my hands, sending a sharp end across my right hand. The sudden pain made me let go, leaving Thomas alone to hold Alby. The sound of a Griever getting closer, pulled me away from the pain coursing through my veins.

"Thomas we have to hide." I told him.

"Alby." Thomas said, desperately.

"Just hold him." I grabbed the end of the branch and tied it quickly to a sturdy vine.

The Griever got closer by the second, and Thomas barely pulled me into our hiding spot before it reached us.

Thomas held me close to a wall, underneath the vines. His arm was protectively placed around my waist, holding me against his chest. I could feel his heartbeat against my collar bone, but nothing beat that deep feeling of terror.

The Grievers' claws came down hard in front of me and my heart stopped. Its claws scraped against the ground as it crawled past us. I closed my eyes and counted the seconds until the Griever was gone. Thirty seconds.

"Okay." Thomas gently let me go and patted my waist. "Go."

I slowly crawled from the small space and heard the Griever still close. Thomas stood up and took my hand, pulling me behind a wall to hide.

"What do we do?" I whispered.

"You have your knife right?" Thomas asked.

I nodded. "Always, but how-"