Fearless (1 of 3)

Night in the maze

Summer...

After that rather unsuccessful attempt of trying to drag Alby through the door both Minho and I were pretty much low on hope. Even from the end of the corridor, we knew that we had no chance of getting there in time. I was practically dead on my feet. But for the sake of Alby, I tried to push on my last bits of energy. But when the doors closed and Thomas stumbled inside I lost it. 

I let go of Alby's hands that I was holding around my shoulders and slid down the wall hitting my back against it. My breath was ragged and my whole body was shaking from exhaustion and fear of what was to come. The image of Newt looking hopelessly back at me gave me the feeling of absolute despair. The way Winter was mumbling supportive words under her breath was now making me cry. This is my fault, I got Alby and Minho in here. And now we are stuck. As if it weren't enough that I had already Ben's life on my account now I can add the other two...maybe three. Wait...

But for the shuck's sake what is that Greenie Thomas doing here? He just heroically jumped in here with us and for what? To get himself a one-way ticket to see a Griever? Well, I saw two already and let me tell you it is enough for the rest of my life. Tho seeing things as they are I doubt my life will have a long continuance. That being said Thomas' life isn't falling on me...or? Is it? 

"Good job. You just killed yourself," Minho said between sharp breaths. He pulled himself on his feet and walked over to me, kneeling down in front of me inspecting me for any injuries. His eyes stayed fixed on the top of my head where I know a large cut is. I got thrown to the ground when we were trying to escape the Griever that stung Alby. It's nothing serious. 

"It's just a cut Minho. We have worse problems now." I mumbled to him seeing his worried gaze. I know he is terrified. We had many talks like this. Minho telling me how worried he is about getting stuck in the maze overnight. It was one of our regular talks during our run through the maze. Now his worse nightmare was coming true. And I don't know how to help him. Usually, I am the one freaked out. 

"What happened to him?" Thomas suddenly asked bringing our attention to him. 

"What does it look like?" Minho was letting himself get driven by emotions and so I had to step in.  

"He got stung." I clarified sadly. Looking at Alby's displeased face. Nothing like this was supposed to happen.  

"What happened to his head?" Thomas asked inspecting the large gash on Alby's head that Minho did with a stone that he found. I don't blame him if he wouldn't act like he did Alby would have bitten his windpipe off. 

"I did what I had to do," Minho muttered sadly, standing up and looking around. I pulled myself up as well. We once made an agreement with Minho, that if we ever get stuck in the maze we will run. And we will be the first survivors. Back then it sounded so easy and it was meant ad fun, yet now it sounds more than serious and I don't think I have enough oxygen in me to last another five minutes, not the whole night. But I have to at least try. For Winter, for Newt...for Chuck. Oh my shuck, that poor fella must be so terrified now. Alright, that's it we're getting out of here. 

A shriek of Griever was heard not too far from us causing me to move closer to Minho. The said boy grabbed my hand in comfort and glared at the end of the corridor. We need to get out of here before the maze starts changing. 

"Okay. Okay, help me get him up." Thomas said and I moved towards him to help him with Alby but Minho shook his head. 

"We gotta go. The maze is already changing." Minho was totally out of it. The fear has consumed all his logical thinking.  Not that he used to have much of that.

"Hey, Minho!" Thomas yelled getting Minho's attention. "We can't just leave him here."

"Minho, this is Alby, we can't leave him to the Grievers," I said sadly clutching to Alby's cold hand. Minho turned around and walked back to us with a sigh.