I...am...so sick...of running.
Why? Why do I do this to myself?
Ahh the ever present question. Listen to me! I'm obviously not getting enough oxygen to my head. I'm starting to sound philosophical. I am not philosophical person!
Maybe it's time for a break...
I turn the corner, where I know there is a dead end waiting for me. I sit against the ivy, and decide it's time for lunch. I've been running all day anyway, and these shucking walls were the same as they had been last month.
There's no point to running this maze. No point. But what other choice to we have. We want out! We want to be able to go home (wherever home is.) It can't be worse than here. Nothing's worse than the Glade where we always have to live in fear of the worse.
We're always living in fear that the next unlucky Shank to get stuck in the Maze at night is going to be us. That we're never going to live to see the day that the Maze is solved and we all get out.
Granted, I'm not convinced I'm going to live to see that day killed by Grievers or not.
But only the Runners know how hopeless this situation is. No one else. Only us. Because if we ever told the rest of the Gladers life here would be kaos.
If no one thought there was hope for us getting out and going home, hope of us meeting the families we either never had or can't remember, then no one would work. Everytihng would fall apart and this whole place would turn into a no good, non-productive home to a bunch of bawl-baby Shanks.
We all know that so we all have to walk around during the little time we actually spend in the Glade with a smile on our face and say that we've got a shot.
And that's why I have to keep running. That's why I can't quit. Because if I do what is there to keep the others going.
Nick may be the leader, but we're the ones who hold this place together. Us. The Maze Runners.
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