Fun fact: Do you know that Maze runner was shot in less than two months in Lousiana? Pretty cool and the movie is so epic. I don't own most of the characters. James Dashner does.
I gave up on sleeping and just sat watching the closed doors for hours. I stared until some Gladders had woken up and were gathering at the doors. I got up and joined Newt and Chuck who had actually camped there for the night with a few other guys. Newt waved at me and yawned as I sat down next to him. We just sat there, waiting for the first few rays of sunlight to trickle into the Glade and the doors started to open. "Come on guys. Wake up!" Chuck yelled at the sleeping boys who quickly leaped to their feet and gathered at the entrance. As we watched the doors open wide, we saw an empty path before us.
"Told you Chuck. They're not going to make it," Newt whispered and the boys started to walk back to the Homestead. I just stood there, staring and waiting when suddenly two figures holding a third person in between them came out from the path. "No way," Zart said and Chuck started to cheer. "Yeah!" He shouted as Minho and Thomas came with Alby. They looked like they've been through hell that night and they lowered Alby gently to the ground. "Wow, what happened? You guys alright?" Everyone started to ask and Chuck asked them, "So did you see a Griever?" "Yeah, we did," Thomas said but Minho interrupted. "He didn't just see one. He killed it," he said and all of us turned to look at Thomas, who looked really surprised.
"Get everyone together for a Gathering. You two get rested up and head to the Council hall. We'll take care of Alby," Newt told them and some boys lifted Alby and started to carry them to the med wing while the others sprinted off to tell the other about the Gathering. I followed Minho and Thomas, crossing my arm in his. He smiled and took my hand in his. "I thought I lost you back there," I whispered and he laughed weakly. "It's hard to get rid of me," he said and I just leaned against him all the way to the Homestead.
After a rushing breakfast, all of us where gathered in the meeting room, Gally standing in the middle with Minho, Frypan and Newt in corners of the room. Thomas sat in a stool way too small for him at the end of the room. "Things have changed," Gally said after everyone had quiet down. "First, Ben gets stung in broad daylight and now, you've killed a Griever," he said, looking at Thomas who just shrugged. "For three years, we've coexisted with these things and now, you've killed one of them. What does that mean for us?" Gally continued, his arms wide and eyes accusing at Thomas.
Newt sighed and detached himself from his post. "Well, what do you suggest we do?" He asked and Gally shrugged like it was so obvious. "He has to be punished," Gally said and the room erupted into shouts. Some were saying it wasn't fair and others were telling him to throw Thomas into the Slammer now. "You were there with him, Minho. What do you think?" Gally asked, turning to Minho, who still looked exhausted after his night in the Maze. "Of all the time we've been here, no one has ever seen a Griever. When I turned tail and ran, this dumb shank, stayed back and protect Alby," he said, pointing at Thomas, who sat in the stool awaiting his doom.
"Well, I don't know whether he was brave. Or stupid," he said and some people grinned. "But I say we need more of it. I say we make him a Runner," Minho finished his speech and everyone got up and started to protest. "A Runner? After last night? Cool !" People started to say and Chuck began to chant Thomas's name until he realized no one was listening and fell silent. "Ok. Fine! Go ahead! But there's one thing I know about the Maze! And is that you do not…" Gally started to yell when a familiar boom filled the Glade.
It was the sound of the Box coming up but it wasn't suppose to come up for another month. "What's that?" Thomas asked and Winston replied, "the Box. It's coming back up." "It shouldn't be!" Minho said and we all ran toward the Box which had screeched to a halt. Newt and Gally were staring at it like something was very wrong, which in fact was before opening the doors. Newt jumped inside and we all gathered around to see what it was. What we saw surprised all of us, especially me. There were no supplies, clothes or anything we usually get. Lying on the floor of the cage with black hair fanning around her was a girl.
"It's a girl," Newt said with disbelief looking at me and very one started to speak. "Another girl? About time! I've got dibs!" Some started to say before Newt told them to quiet down. "Shut your bloody mouths," he said and he bent down and pressed to fingers to her neck. "She's alive," he announced and some boys started to whisper again. "Strange. Why send a girl now?" Minho said as he held my hand. We watched as Newt tugged a paper from her fist and unrolling it. "She's the last one. Ever," he said and everyone just stared back at him. "What the shuck was that suppose to mean?" He wondered just as the girl gasped and opened her eyes.
Newt swore and stumbled backwards to the walls of the cage and everyone jumped backwards. She gasped like she was fighting for air before locking eyes on Thomas. "Thomas," she gasped before closing her eyes and falling back to sleep. Everyone turned to look at Thomas who looked just as surprised as the rest of us. After a few minutes of awkward silence, Newt ordered everyone to get back to their jobs and asked Clint and Jeff to carry the girl to the med wing. We trailed behind them, the girl sleeping peacefully in their arms.
In the med wing they lowered her gently on the bed and the med jacks shooed us out for a while. In the room next to the girl was Alby whom they had strapped tightly onto the bed using rope. He had gone berserk when he woke up so that didn't leave the duo much of a choice. After a while we went in to see the girl still sleeping. "How is she?" Newt asked and Jeff shrugged. "I don't know, man. I only know as much as you do," he said. The girl seemed to be in a coma like state. "What does it mean, she is the last one? Without supplies, how long do you think we can last?" Jeff asked, his voice quivering and Newt tried to smile. "No one said that," he said but Jeff just looked at him, his eyes telling what most of us fear, she truly was the last thing to come out of that Box.
With that, Thomas walked out of the shed and Minho followed after him.I heard them whispering and talking before Minho finally came in alone. "What did you say to him?" I asked and he sighed. "He wants to go back into the Maze and look at the Griever," he replied and I almost gaped at him. "After what you two went through last night, you want to go back in?" I demanded and he sighed. "He said that may be a clue on how we could get out of here," he said and I slipped my fingers into his. "I'm coming with you," I said and he groaned. "It might be dangerous. I'm just asking Winston, Frypan and Zart to come with us," he said and I snorted. "I'm a runner. The Maze doesn't scare me. Someone needs to take care of them anyway," I said and he grinned. "Spoken like a true Runner," Minho smiled and he pecked a kiss on my forehead. "We'll meet him in the woods in an hour. Let's go fetch the others," he said and we went to find them.
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