Behind The Walls: A Maze Runner Fanfic [ABANDONED WIP]

Chapter 8

The rest of the Tour was a blur. It was just Slicers after Builders after Track-hoes. So now, here I am, awkwardly sitting across from Newt and Minho and next to Chuck and Thomas at dinner.

"So, Minho, find anything else in the Maze today?" Chuck asks and takes a bite of his sandwich.

"No, I didn't go in the Maze today, had to stay and help this shank," he points to me, "get settled and all. And besides, most of the Runners quit after what happened the other day."

Thomas' eyes go wide, "They quit?"

Minho nods, "I guess they're just scared as hell."

The Runners quit? Was it because of me? No, it couldn't be. I remember when I was locked down in that tiny cell I heard screams and yells for Minho to make it, then people screaming for Thomas not to do something. That must be it.

"What happened?" I questioned and continued to eat my sandwich. Minho and Newt glance at each other, then to Thomas as well. Newt sighs, "Well, Greenie, Alby, the leader of the Glade, got stung by a griever. So Minho had to try to carry him back."

"I couldn't make it back on time. The doors would close before I got there," Minho continues. I nod and process what they're saying.

"So then this slinthead," says Newt and gestures to Thomas, "Decides to be bloody superman and go into the Maze right as the doors are closing."

"We were trapped. And there were grievers. Lots of grievers," Thomas says and something in his eyes flicker, like he's reliving a nightmare. Which I'm sure he is.

"Keep in mind that no one's ever survived a night out there," Chuck adds then continues to eat.

"You survived?" I ask and look from Minho to Thomas. Minho nods and replies, "And this Greenie didn't only survive a griever... but he killed it."

I look over to Thomas. I was trapped in the Maze for two years and I never killed a griever. That is truly incredible.

"Wow," was all I could say. Thomas smiles half-heartily and continues to eat. Minho just nods and does the same as Thomas. I smile, to myself more than any one else, realizing that maybe these Gladers aren't trying to kill me. Maybe, I might have a home.

Although, I know that this won't be our home forever. We'll find a way out. I look from joyful Chuck, to sweet Newt, to brave Thomas, and finally at sarcastic Minho, and hope bubbles up inside me.

There's a way out. There has to be. And I know that with these people, maybe I'll find my way back home after all. Maybe there's still hope.

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- Hollie