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Minho's POV.

The ceiling is damaged and has fallen down halfway, letting the moonlight shine inside. It gives me a sense of security, being able to see what is around me, especially who is around me. For some reason I hate the dark, I get the feeling I'm suffocating, as though I'm too deep under water and can't reach the surface. Therefore I am more than a little thankful for the silver beams that light up the place. Our shadows dance across the walls as we shuffle across the house. All is silent, apart from what I hope is our own breathing and the sound of our feet stepping through shards of broken glass. The furniture in the dining room is severely damaged, and if you were to look closely, you would see deep lines where fingernails have once scratched through wood frantically. Nobody has spoken a word since we entered the house, we wouldn't want to alert whatever is creeping around here. I hear the faint noise of a rat scurrying across the room, and hold still. It was a rat, a Crank can't possibly be this quiet. We are alone, there is nobody else in this room with us.
"I can see you..."
As fast as I can manage I spin around, only to find there's nothing behind me. For as far as I can see, which is not far at all, there's no body attached to the voice I just heard. It's just my imagination running wild. I shake my head and turn back to Thomas and Newt. We should set up camp, maker shelter in here.
"I can smell you..."
My breath hitches in my throat. That was closer than before, I can feel a movement in the air as something moves past me. This is no fragment of my imagination, I feel that this thing is staring at me and I know that it is very real. Thomas is looking at me, or no, behind me. Goosebumps appear on my skin when I notice the expression on his face. I am frozen in place.
"Minho get away-"
Now I can feel it getting nearer, his foul breath in my neck. "I can almost taste you..."
Just as two rows of rotten teeth slam closed next to my ear I jump away, Thomas calls out for me to follow him, and I needn't be told twice. Running faster than I think I ever have, I follow him from the dining room through the kitchen to the back door. Claws are tearing at my shirt and I slam my elbow backwards. His skin is wet with blood and gore and when my elbow makes contact with him, he screeches loudly.
"Come ON!" Thomas yells at me "HURRY!"
"Just a bite- Haven't had a decent meal in weeks! ONE BITE!" Hysterical laughter getting closer and closer, his hands grabbing around wildly.
I am almost at the door, the way out getting closer with each step. In front of me, Newt has reached the door too, and with a strength I didn't know he could muster he slams his shoulder against it. The door opens with a loud crash, hinges breaking. Newt then pushes Thomas outside and when I'm close enough, he grabs me by the arm and drags me out as well. I stumble, and with one more push he has me back on my feet, we sprint away faster than we have ever sprinted in our lives. The Crank is falling behind already, his body weak from starvation, loud crying and screeching slowly fades away in the distance, and after a few more minutes we slow down our pace. We take a minute to catch our breath.
"Are you shanks okay?" Newt asks, frown on his face.
"Yeah, fine." I reply. "That man was completely Jacked!"
Thomas nods. Greenbean is okay. Now that I've calmed myself down a bit, and the adrenaline is out of my system, I realize how utterly exhausted I am. We need to find shelter soon, the air is getting colder and now that I've seen what creatures lurk in the shadows I sure as hell am not sleeping out in the open. I share a look with Newt, who appears to be thinking the same thing. He looks dead on his feet. So we keep going again, searching the abandoned houses until we find something relatively safe to sleep in.

Newt's POV.

Tommy and Min are finally sleeping. Both shanks had been wanting to keep watch, but when they started to argue about it I got irritated, so I pushed them upstairs and shoved them into a double bed in one of the rooms. Told them that I was keeping watch since they were too immature to do so. Bloody idiots, by the looks of it they were even more tired than I was myself. Being on my own right now is like a blessing, after leaving the Maze I haven't been alone once and it's been tiring me emotionally. Although I try my best to stay patient with everything going on around us, sometimes I feel like yelling at everyone to just bugger off. It's just too much to handle, being calm and optimistic gets more difficult with every step I take. There's no other way though, it's what I have to do to hold our little group together. I look at the clock in the hallway. It's stuck at midnight.
The day before yesterday we lost Frypan and Teresa in bad weather. There had been deafening thunder in the sky and lightning slamming into the ground repeatedly. Fry and Teresa fled the place without looking back once, panic getting the best of them. We weren't able to follow them for we lost them in the dark. They should be somewhere in this ghost town still, which is why we're still wandering around the place. I pray for their safety, to gods I don't believe in. My eyes burn slightly as I stare into the dark. Stay awake I tell myself, just stay awake. The last thing we need is another attack. What had happened earlier this night was an experience I hope to never relive. My shoulder kind of hurts, to be honest, but getting Tommy and Min out was all that mattered then. What's much worse is my leg. Up until now I have managed to walk around with merely a small limp, but after running as much as we have tonight it feels like it was broken once again. I shift my trouser leg upwards, and frown upon the sight. I'm not sure how it happened, but various bruises are standing out on my pale skin, a couple of veins running across in a greenish blue. Perhaps I have bumped against something without realizing. Surely it'll get better in a while, but that doesn't take away the fact that it bloody hurts.
Either way, I'll have to just deal with it. Finding Fry and Teresa is what matters most. We'll check out that leg of mine later.
I'll be fine.
Just a couple of hours now. Stay awake, focus.

A/N:

Hello me hearties,

This is my second attempt on writing some Maze runner fiction, hopefully it'll be good!
Updates might take some time, but I'll be trying to keep up the pace as much as I can.
Constructive criticism, reviews and plot ideas are always welcome.

Have a lovely day,
DustyBooks