Day 3: (Night)

Thomas POV

*Previously*

Thomas gulped soundlessly. He knew, without a doubt, that at this rate they weren't going to make it. Unless Minho left Alby behind, there was no way.

"Leave him! Save yourself!" Gally screamed at Minho.

Thomas saw Minho shake his head in protest and continued dragging Alby along.

"I'm not leaving him behind!" He shouted back.

Without thinking, Thomas ran toward the entrance. He felt Newt grab onto his shirt, but he jerked him away and ran. The walls crept closer and closer together, until he finally managed to squeeze through.

"Tommy!" Newt's urgent plea was the last thing he heard before the concrete walls clamped shut and he was greeted with silence.

The walls shuddered close behind him.

"You're fucking dead." Minho said after a moment of silence.

"What?"

"What did you think after you ran in here? That you'd save the day?" Minho snorted. He held onto Alby and began to move toward a nearby wall. Thomas moved to help him, grabbing Alby's other arm and set it over his shoulder. They both set him against the wall, careful not to hit his head against the wall as he slumped down.

"No." Minho continued. "No, you just signed yourself a death warrant. Good job." He patted his back roughly, walking away.

Thomas looked up. The sky had darkened, the sun setting. He looked back at Alby, lying unconscious. They couldn't just leave him here.

"Minho, wait!" Thomas yelled. Couple of feet away, Minho stopped and looked back.

"What? Why are you still standing there?" Minho asked, eyes darting around. "It's getting dark. We need to find some place to hide before the grievor comes out."

Thomas gulped. "And what about Alby?"

"Are you blind? He's been stung."

"But we can't just abandon him!"

"He'll slow us down! Are you trying to get us killed?"

"If we leave him here, he'll get killed! Do you not care what happens to Alby? You know him way longer than me!"

"I know him long enough to know that he'd understand if we ditch him! It's getting dark and we're trapped here overnight. We don't have time to fucking argue!"

And with that, Minho stomped away not caring if he was following. Thomas clenched his hands in fist, debating whether or not he should go after him and try to convince him some more. He shook his head once. Minho clearly made up his mind. And so did he.

A rope caught his eye.

Day 3: Midnight

"I don't even know why I'm helping you." Minho grunted.

"Because you have good heart." Thomas replied sarcastically.

"Ha ha."

They tugged at the rope, pulling Alby higher against the wall.

"I don't even know why I'm bothering to help you with this." Minho complained. "We should focus on trying to stay alive, not risk our lives by helping a dead man."

The rope slipped, Thomas felt his palms sting in pain from the friction. He tightened his hold nonetheless.

"We just need to get him against the wall and hide him. I don't know about you, but I'm not leaving him on the ground as supper for the grievors." Thomas grit his teeth and kept tugging at the rope with resolved determination.

Minho scowled behind him, but didn't press the issue. They kept pulling when a distant howl interrupted the silence. Tensing, they paused and listened.

"Shit." Minho muttered behind him in the dark.

"Come on." Thomas said urgently. "We need to hurry." Clenching the ropes in a firm grip, Thomas pulled with all of his strength. They managed to pull Alby half way up the wall. He laid dangling against the wall, still unconscious.

"If we fucking die tonight Thomas, I'm gonna kill you." Minho warned.

Thomas let out a weak laugh. "That doesn't make sense. How the hell are you going kill me, if you'd be already dead?"

"Shut it, Greenie"

Thomas rolled his eyes. "How long until you guys stop calling me that?"

"What? You mean Greenie? Do you prefer for us to call you newbie then? Or green bean? Or..."

A sly grin formed over his features. "Or do you prefer we call you Tommy?"

Thomas's face paled, remembering Newt's last words. "Huh? W What "

Minho smirked behind him. "I didn't know you and Newt are already at the nickname stage."

"We're not." Thomas denied with hesitation. "That was the first time he called me that."

"Newt likes to keep to himself, but everyone has been noticing how buddy -buddy you two have been."

"We're just friends. And he is one of the few people here who is remotely nice to me."

"Maybe it's because everyone thinks you're a crazy bastard and ..." Minho abruptly paused. "Shit. Did you hear that?"

Thomas looked at him over his shoulder. "What are you ..."

"Shh!" It was a clicking sound. Metal scraping the ground, a screeching sound growing louder by the second. The distant howl they heard before drew near. Thomas gulped soundlessly and tried to focus on pulling Alby as high as possible before, whatever that thing was, found them. Minho, on the other hand, had a different idea.

"Fuck! It's coming!" He said panicking. "We don't have time for this."

Thomas pulled and shouted. "Minho, focus!"

"No. I AM NOT going to die today." He declared. Thomas gripped the rope harder when he felt the pull become much harder to hold onto.

"No! No! Minho don't fucking let go! Don't you dare " But it was too late. Thomas tripped over his feet. His grip on the rope weakening. Minho ran and didn't even look back once. Thomas cursed under his breath. Desperately, he slid toward the wall and hurriedly started to tie the rope to one of the dead twigs wrapped around the wall before Alby crashed to the ground and all pulling would have been for nothing. The scraping of metal and clicking was so close, Thomas knew the grievor was just behind the wall. Tying the rope tightly, he slid inside the vines and hid behind the them.

Dammit, Minho!

Day 4: Close to Sunrise

Thomas ran and ran. He knew that the grievor would find him eventually and he couldn't risk letting it discover him when Alby was close by. So he set some distance between him and Alby, leaving him hanging against the wall. But that only made it easier for the grievor to locate him since there was nowhere for him to hide. It was dark, but Thomas was still able to make out the maze and what it contained. Just like he heard from Newt in one of their conversations, it was like a puzzle. Walls opened and closed randomly, a maze that was empty but dragged on for miles. He turned a corner, trying to outsmart the grievor. Instead, it began to crawl against the walls. It looked spider like, its legs clicking and eyes blaring red. Except it wasn't a spider but a ravaged metal beast that had every intention to capture him and possibly consume him. And Thomas couldn't let that happen. So he ran without looking back once. Making left turns and then right ones, not knowing where he was going. Until movement caught his left eye.

It was Minho! He had turned the corner on the other side of him, both of them almost running into each other.

"You came back! Why the hell did you run off?" Thomas panted as he ran, Minho joining him. They ducked as the grievor continued to chase after them. Its legs slammed against the walls it crawled on, breaking blocks of the walls with hopes of squashing them.

"I ran off because of that metal shit behind us!" Minho cried defensively. "Quick, this way!" They ran in between two sets of walls, the space way too tight for the grievor to fit through. They reached the other side, looking back and seeing nothing.

"D- Do you think we lost it?" Thomas asked, chest heaving.

Minho rubbed his jaw. "I hope so." They sat against the wall, catching their breaths. It was eerily quiet. The clicking sound stopped and the only sound was the piercing wind. Suddenly, the ground beneath them rumbled and the grievor slammed against the wall in front of them.

"Oh, fuck!" Minho screamed. Quickly, they scrambled onto their feet and sprinted away. The grievor screeched loudly behind them, its piercing sound cutting through the wind. At one point, Thomas found himself separated from Minho again. But the grievor continued to chase after him. It seemed like Thomas was the unlucky one that the grievor chose to go after.

"Oh god." Thomas huffed as he ran. "Shit. Shit. Shit!" Ten feet away, Thomas saw Minho in front of him, waving his arms. The walls in the maze were moving again. At this rate, Thomas knew that they would end up dead if they kept this up. Lose the grievor. Grievor finds them again. Go back to running. Lose the grievor again. And so on. At one point, someone was going to win and Thomas knew that he and Minho didn't have the energy to keep this up all night. They were only human, while that, that thing was not. As he glanced at the walls that began to rumble and move, an idea formed into his head. A crazy one, no doubt, but if it would work, it would save their lives. Instead of running toward Minho, he ran to the left. Right toward the other moving walls. The grievor behind picked up its pace, just like Thomas assumed. He kept running until he reached the sets of walls he saw moving. He paused in front of them and turned. As soon as the grievor reached him, he ran as quick as he could between the walls. The brainless grievor, without haste and any thinking, ran after him. Once Thomas reached the other side, he turned right in time to see the walls slam together and kill the grievor. One of its legs shot between the walls, a liquid oozing out from it.

Thomas stepped back and felt his heart drop. Was this what it felt like to be so close to death?

"Just like I said before..."

Thomas twisted around to see Minho walk up beside him with a wild look in his eye.

"You're one crazy bastard."