Hey!This is my first fan fiction so make sure to tell me what you think!
"Maya!" My mom calls me in for dinner, I walk in to what they so call ¨kitchen¨, and I look up to see my mom's gooey body and the blades that had always stuck out when she got nerves. Me, on the other hand, look completely different. I had always wondered why I and my mum were different, until she told me I was adopted. She had informed me that she is what some people call: a griever. I had always thought I was human. Well, actually, I´m not really human, I can change into a wolf whenever I want to and when it's a full moon. My mum say's people call things like me a werewolf.
"What's wrong mum?" I ask her, "Oh nothing, I just hear that someone or some people are coming to this part of the maze." She tells me, I look at her wondering why that's a problem. I go to sit down on the cold hard ground, I look up at the sky before looking down at my wonderful- rat soup? Ugh." Mum, not again, you know I hate rat soup." I tell her, "Well, if you don't like it you should just go to bed. It's the only thing we have right now." She said to me. I sighed, and walked away.
I kept on walking until I could only barely hear the crunching and grinding from my mum, sisters, and brothers.
I walked until I found a corner with some more softer vines. So I broke some off to use as a pillow, I curled up into a little ball and propped my head up on a thick branch sticking out of the pile so I was looking up at the sunset. I watched as the beautiful bright orange sun disappears behind the pink clouds, and the moon come out ready to start the night. I looked up until my eyelids got heavy and I dozed off.
THOMAS'S POV
I took a deep breath as me and Minho ran towards the Glade. For some odd reason the maze doors wouldn´t close until everyone alive gets out. That would be me and Minho at the moment. We needed to get back so the doors would close and the Gladers will be safe from the grievers. But, we take a break anyways just to take a breath.
We drank some water, and rested, and we were just about ready to begin running again, until I heard very faint sigh, as if someone was sleeping.
"Minho do you hear that?" I asked him.
"Ya." He answered. "Thank goodness I wasn't going crazy."
I turned around and started walking, but Minho grabbed my arm before I could take a step.
"You really think we're gonna go check it out? Shuck Head."
"You don't have to, but I am." I said. Minho sighed and followed me, we start running, deeper into the maze, and the snoring fades. We slow down and turn the corner, and froze.