Subject A0: Rosalind

by Madipeterxoxo

This story is told from the 1st person narrative about a 17-year-old girl that comes up in the box in the same boat as everyone else. It starts in the middle of the action. "They were all gone. I knew I wouldn't be able to survive tonight. The reality of my situation began to sink in." (Rated T because of cursing and also because I'm paranoid)

2. Chapter 2: Will I Survive?

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They climbed quickly and I knew there was no time for me to escape but I tried anyway. I freed myself as fast as I could from the vines, still holding tight to the vine that I had gripped all night. I looked down to see my assailants. Even as they climbed, their bodies pulsated, bringing their terrifying appendages in and out of their blubber. A plan finally jumped into my mind. I waited until the grievers all pulsated and brought their weapons inside their body then I let go of the vine and fell. I brought my legs up to my chest then once I got within a few inches of the grievers' 'face,' I extended them and I slammed, feet first, into the pulsating mass. Since I had attacked the one on top, it hit all of the other grievers on the way down. I fell the rest of the way with them. I hit the ground hard and quickly began to sense the pain from staying up in the vines all night and from falling twenty feet onto concrete. I stood up quickly and took off the way I had come last night. Minho had taught me some tricks to remembering the maze a few days ago and I put those skills into place now. I rounded a corner and felt a million needles stick into my left side all at once. I had run directly into one. I screamed loudly and pulled away, slamming into the wall to my right. I screamed in pain and crumpled to the floor. I looked up to see the griever hiss aggressively and rear back. Movement caught my eye from the other side of the lengthy corridor. Minho was running towards me, followed by Thomas, Alby, and the other runners. Minho yelled loudly trying to get the griever's attention but he had his heart set on me apparently. He crashed back down onto the concrete. Darting forward, it impaled me again with millions of needle-like appendages. I screamed loudly and wanted desperately to fight back, to throw whatever energy and spite I had left into this bulbous monster but I felt numb all over and my head hurt horribly. I lost consciousness.

(sorry this one was so short but I wanted to see the feedback for the story first haha see you soon!)