The Maze Runner

Chapter 29

Our feet pounded against the metal and concrete floor, No one even came close to me, I was fast jogging, they were running. I guess I'm faster than I thought, I was considering slowing down, but then I figured: if I saw a Greiver I could warn them, so I kept jogging. Every once in a while I would yell behind me,
"Right turn ahead!" Or "This way!" We made lots of turns, until I saw the big number on the wall: 4, I stopped to stare up at the big number and let the others catch up. Thomas ran up next too me, panting.
"Geez, I remember you were fast, but seriously!"
I smiled but kept staring at the number, this is the section, this is where we were going to escape. I felt the others presence behind me, I turned around to face everyone, the Greiver hole would be coming up soon.
"Let's go!" I yelled, and turned a jogged once more, only a few more turns until the cliff...this time, I slowed down, so me and Thomas could talk.
"So, how exactly are you gonna get to this village or camp or whatever it is?"
I said in between my breathes, he was panting again,
"Haven't exactly planned that yet. But-"
My eyes went wide,
"You don't even have a plan?!"

"Do you have a plan of how we're going to get out of here?"
I shrugged in between my steps,
"Nope. Let's call it even." We looked and smiled at each other, there was a lot of smiling for the situation. I looked behind me too make sure everyone was still there. I noticed Newt near the back of the Gladers, he was limping as he ran, not bad, but still.
"Thomas, why does Newt have a limp?" I asked as we turned a left corner,
"Long story short, back when he was in the maze, he jumped off the wall trying to commit suicide. But it's nothing to worry about."
I wanted to believe him, but I looked back at Newt again, struggling. What if a Greiver came from behind? He would be the first to go, I don't know him well, but he remembered me. He fought a Greiver for me, risked his life for me, I had to help.
"Thomas, can you lead them from here? Keep and eye out for Greivers." He shrugged and nodded,
"Sure." Then we turned right,
"Thanks." And I jogged back down the path.

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I had to shove a few running Gladers out of the way, including Drew. I got to the back, his run was like my normal jog. So I jogged next to him, it kinda felt nice to take a breather,
"Hey, how ya holding up back here?" I said, my machete in my belt slapping my leg with each step.
"Yea, shouldn't you be up there leading?"

"Thomas has it covered. So, I hear you tried to commit suicide...why?"
I asked him, we all turned right again.
He took a breath,
"Um in our maze, life was pretty rough. I hated the bloody place, so I wanted to end my suffering. Obviously I was unsuccessful."
I tried to lighten the mood,
"You say bloody a lot."
I said with a smile, he looked at me with a raised eyebrow,
"Is it bloody irritating you?"
I chuckled,
"Nah, it's actually pretty adorable."
Did I just say that out loud...? I bit my lip, he laughed,
"Oh really now?" I rolled my eyes,
"I was just trying to lighten the mood."
He grinned,
"Well, it's kinda hard to do that when your running for your life."
I shrugged, left turn...I just realized, one more then to go...
"Yea I guess." Then he tripped on something, and fell forward, I tried to grab him to stop him but I ended up falling with him. My machete scratched my hand when it slipped, we landed with a thud and I was on top of him, as if things weren't already awkward. Just don't make eye contact, too late. We were staring full on, my face turned hot as I got up, and helped him up.
"Sorry." He shrugged dusting himself off,
"I believe this belongs to you."
He said picking up my machete off the floor, I grabbed it out of his hand. Things were just getting more awkward. I dusted myself off, and realized everyone was ahead, so we were alone in the pathway,
"We should probably get moving."
I said, he nodded,
"Probably a good idea." And we ran, well jogged the last corner, we saw everyone packed together not moving.