So, chapters are coming in hot, am I right? Average of about two a day, I think. So, it's time I start thinking of a sequel. Any name ideas?
"W-what do you mean?" Leroy asked, confusion and anger flooding through him. I'm only trying to help them!
"You just killed yourself, Greenie." He panted, glancing at the form of Max.
He scrambled over to the unconscious boy. His skin was pale, reminding him of Church, the sick boy. He had a bloody spot on his light gray shirt and a dent in his forehead.
"What happened to him?"
"What does it look like? He got stung."
"You saw a Griever?" He questioned.
"Yeah." Brady said, finally catching his breath. "We thought it was dead. It wasn't."
Leroy got back to his feet. "We gotta move."
"Not worth it." Brady protested. "We're going to die anyway."
"Have you given up already?!" He shouted at him.
The Asian kid got back to his feet, anger ablaze in his eyes. "Look. We don't stand a chance out here. No one has ever survived a night out here. Never has one boy come back after a long night in the Maze. We won't be back in the Glade again. Ever."
"We should at least try to make it!" Leroy shot back. His voice fell to a whisper. "We can't just leave him."
*X*
Leroy let out a groan of exhaustion. They'd finally come to an agreement and were pretty much carrying Max around. The only traces of light were from the moon.
Brady let out a panting gasp. "Let's set him down here."
They painfully set Max down against one of the stone walls.
"We need to hide him." Leroy suggested. "We can come back for him in the morning."
"Alright." The Asian boy said, disbelief clear in his tone. "But where? There's nowhere to go."
Leroy looked around, spotting ivy on one of the walls. He stared at it, thinking of an idea.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" He asked Brady.
"Hang him from a shuck wall?" Brady replied. "If so, then yes."
"Alright, let's do it." Leroy decided.
They dragged the boy over to the wall. Brady held him in place while he tied the ivy vines around the boy's chest.
"When I say go, we pull this." Leroy said, handing him the end of a long vine.
"You're brilliant, Greenie. Just brilliant." He couldn't tell if the Runner was being sarcastic or not.
"Pull!" He yelled.
Leroy grasped the ivy just in time and the two boys pulled on it, making Max's body move upwards along the stone wall.
"It's working!" Brady burst out.
They both let out groans and yells of effort as they moved backwards, pulling with all of their strength. Max was halfway up the tall stony wall when the first shrieks of Grievers rang out. They decided to tie the vine to the other ivy, so that Max would stay there rather than slide back to the ground. Brady tied the knot and secured it.
Just as they finished, Leroy's head snapped to the right as he heard a strange metal clicking sound, followed by moaning. Brady was breathing heavily in fear.
"We gotta go." The boy said, seeming to be having a panic attack over there.
"I know." Leroy responded, not looking away from the spot the noise had come from.
The clicking came again, but much closer. A hideous white, hairy 'bulb' like creature came into view. It had metal legs and a tail. It had a huge mouth, which covered most of its face, but no nose or mouth. It opened the wide mouth to let out a blood-curdling shriek and began charging at them.
Immediately, the two boys turned around and began running for their lives. Rapid clicking and screeches proved that the Griever was pursuing them. They turned left, right, left, right. The Griever kept chasing them.
"We are so shucked!" Brady screamed at him.
"Just keep running!" He shouted back.
Leroy turned right, but Brady turned left. The Griever stopped, trying to decide who to chase. It let out a screech of frustration and he heard it clambering away in the opposite direction. He heaved a heavy sigh of relief, slowing down to a stop. He began walking back to where they'd left Max hanging on the wall, slowly catching his breath along the way.
*X*
Leroy rounded a corner, only to pull back as he spotted a Griever at the end of the long stony corridor. It was the corridor he'd left Max in too. He had no idea what had happened to Brady. He just half assumed that the terrified Runner had gotten killed. He's the one who turned the other way!
He gulped and peered around the corner again. The Griever was gone. He began walking towards where Max still hung, confusion clouding his mind. He reached the still unconscious boy only to feel his shoe sticking to the ground. He looked down to see some kind of goo. He glanced around, not seeing any traces of where it'd gone.
Suddenly, some of the same goo started pouring onto his shoulder. He felt it before he saw it. A horrible feeling of doom flooded over him as he heard a growling noise. It's above me, isn't it?
Suddenly, he saw a beaten figure standing at the other end of the corridor. How was he alive? It was the other stung boy. It was Church.