Ever since Teresa and Thomas arrived, things have been going down. They find the griever hole, but now the walls aren't closing and they're in big trouble. Tell me if there are mistakes. Thanks.
They were in a hell of a pickle. Grievers were coming in, picking the gladers one-by-one. What could they do, go back in the maze? The walls weren't closing, so they didn't have much of a choice. They tried to pick up the mess from the previous night.
"This is all a piece of klunk. What did we do to deserve this? The creators are shucking crazy. Why, I outta stick my foot up their-"
"Minho, please stop ranting," Newt said, bored.
"We've been stuck in this shucking maze for two years!" Minho ranted on. Minho sat down on the ground and put his head in his hands. "What did we do to deserve this?"
But Thomas just looked at his friend. He could understand him, of course. The creators putting them in here for two years and then picking them off like its a game.
He picked up a piece of cloth stained with blood. "Poor kid," he muttered. A young boy, whose name he didn't remember, got held captive by the grievers.
"Let's just pick what we can. It's gettin' dark," Thomas suggested. The trio picked up the rest of the goods that could still be used.
"I'm hoping we get to kill a griever tonight, and then get the hell outta here," Minho said, getting his spear as he got to Homestead.
Then the walls started closing.
Everyone looked up in alarm. Alby jogged up to the entrance of the walls while more guys followed. Newt and Thomas looked at each other and ran.
"What the hell's going on now?" Newt exclaimed. As usual, Thomas shrugged. He didn't know.
The walls hadn't been moving for a couple of days.
"There's a person! Lookie! Look! It's a person coming from the maze!" said Chuck, who was the closest to the walls.
They looked and you could see a faint figure getting closer and closer, faster by the second.
You could see a slim figure, running for their lives.
"Bring the weapons in!" Alby shouted. He got a long stick from a branch and yanked it off, ready to stab. "It's a person to like, fifty guys. Do we really need weapons?" Newt questioned and handed Thomas a knife. "Can't be too sure. Might be working for WCKD. Might even be a griever."
He motioned to Gally, who mysteriously came back with a long knife. Even Fry Pan had a wooden spoon.
Thomas looked closely at the maze. He saw the person, alright. But he noticed something was, well, off. He didn't look much like a he.
"Dude, I- I think its a girl," Thomas told Newt under his breath. Newt looked at the entrance and squinched his eyes. "No shucking way."
He ran and told Alby about the person being a female, in which all the guys heard. All the teens started whooping and cheering at the girl. Minho showed up from behind them and grabbed Thomas. "What's going on?" Thomas pointed to the doors. They were almost closed.
"A shucking girl?"
The doors closed and the girl made it just in the nick of time. She stood to catch her breath and leaned on the wall. She then looked around the Glade and fell back.
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{Thanks for the reviews, I really appreciate them! I fixed some of the stuff and I added some new things, so if you think it doesn't belong there, please let me know. Thanks!}