I'm only 16 and yet here I was fighting off against horrendous creatures and running for my life once again. Once again, for the hundredth time in these past three years. The ship was getting ready to go. The Berg. That's what they called it at least.

It was hovering and gaining height while making a slow turn. I was about 100 feet away from the ship and it was getting farther away each second. I knew I needed to make it or else everything I fought for would be useless. To get all this way, crossing the Flat Trans and Scorch, the Maze…I wasn't going to go down so easy.

I killed the light bulb creature in front of me by stabbing its last bulb from my spear and glanced back towards the ship. Many people had already climbed up and that worried me. I hauled my backpack off the ground, slung it over my shoulder and ran. It might seem stupid to carry a bag which would only slow me down but I couldn't leave it behind. It had a picture, the only picture I will ever have of my family. WICKED had surprised me by handing it over so easily. They were usually so secretive about things but the day we killed the Maze, I found it in their headquarters and it's been with me ever since. I don't believe in good luck charms but it definitely worked for me. I had saved it from so much especially when the lightning struck. I wasn't going to let the last memory of my life just burn out so that is why I was running at full speed with a bag flinging around while stabbing creatures with the butt end of my spear. I could see girls from my group already on the safe platform and almost all of Group A was on. Well they were guys…they would obviously be able to act faster.

The Berg was almost too high for me too reach now and I was still a good 20 feet away. I needed to get there in time or all of this would be for nothing.

"Wait!" I cried out and jumped up onto the Berg. My fingers pulled at air, desperately trying to grab a hold of something…anything. The Berg was too high and my momentum wasn't good enough. I felt myself fall backwards. My heart rammed against my chest as I tried to catch for air or metal.

I was falling, my hands up trying to get to something that was too far. And then…just as I lost the chance of ever getting up on the Berg, a hand reached out and gripped my hand tightly. The force of the pull flung me back and forth. The hand wrapped its fingers around my arm, their nails digging into my skin as they tried to hold me up. I let out a groan...it hurt and I couldn't keep up. That's when another hand appeared and wrapped around my balled up fist. I was being pulled up but it was impossible since we were flying against the wind speed.

"You need to let the bag go!" the person yelled.

"No!" I managed out while trying to catch my breath.

"Let the bag go if you want any bloody chance of surviving" I was ordered.

I couldn't let it go…it was everything to me.

"I can't!" I yelled.

"Forget the bag; I can't pull you up with it!" The voice screamed at me. I looked down at the ground…we were about 100 feet up, if I were to fall, I'd die instantly. So I made a choice. I shrugged the backpack strap off my shoulder and it fell. I saw it tumble down to the ground and I felt a tear fall down my cheek.

Dropping the bag made things a whole lot easier…there was no weight on my shoulders and I was lighter.

"Pull me up!" I cried out, my voice hoarse from exhaustion. Then a face appeared from on top of the platform. It was a boy from Group A.

"I'm going to…on the count of three" He said to me and then with one final tug he used all of his force to lift me up from the platform. My knee collided with metal as soon as I was up due to the high force and I was pretty sure my head would bang against the metal floor too but instead I fell on top of the guy.

I was too tired and exhausted to be embarrassed about the fact that I was sprawled on top of him. I was panting, trying to catch my breath and so was he.

"You okay?" He asked me, his face an inch away from mine. I swallowed and nodded. I felt like throwing up. I let myself calm down for a minute or two before I pushed my body up with my arms and got off him.

"Sorry" I mumbled. He sat up and ran a hand through his disheveled hair giving me a nod to assure it was okay.

I sat on the metal floor and stared at him. He had saved my life but he had also made me lose the last part of my family.

"Holly! Are you okay?" A girl's voice cried and immediately Group B was at my side helping me stand up. They dragged me till a little bench on the side of the Berg and I sat down catching my breath. I glanced up to look at the boy who had saved me but he was already gone from my sight.