The group of gladers around me are following blindly.

They're so fascinated with how it looks and not paying attention to running.

I'm in the middle of the pack, I want to go to the front and make sure Thomas is okay and make sure Thomas is but I know I can't reach that point with so many people running around me.

"Stop!" I hear Thomas' voice ring through the tall maze corridors.

Everyone stops and I try to look up at him. I try to see what's going on but I hear it.

The metal clicking that no one wanted to hear so early.

I tense up as Thomas yells, "Let's move!"

Everyone starts running with all they've got, not smart.

They'll run out of energy and I then fall behind even farther in the pack. I need to make sure Thomas is okay.

The clicking follows us of course but it multiplies.

There's more than one.

"Shit." I mumble as I continue running.

They keep coming and the clicking gets louder, making everyone uneasy and multiple people try to convince Thomas to split up. I can hear them arguing but I don't argue.

We can't split up, we'll loose more people if we split up. We can't do that.

Apparently he doesn't agree because there are shouts of protest.

"More of us will die if we split up so stop complaining." I yell at the people around me and everyone shuts up.

I know that Minho and Thomas are smirking at the gladers being told off by a girl.

We continue running and Newt yells all of a sudden. "Weapons out now! We have company!" He yells and i draw a bow and put it on my quiver.

I stop running and turn around and aim it at. The griever coming right at us. I let the arrow go and it hits it, right in the eye.

Newt nods at me before Thomas and Minho yell something at the same time. "Grievers."

Multiple at a time. We've taken on one at a time but never more than one.

I push past people and make my way to the front and to Thomas.

"We have one coming straight, one on the right and on on the left. What do we do?" Thomas asks and looks at Minho.

"We're almost to the door in 7 but we can't make it there with these guys in the way.

Thomas and I both nod. "One runner with each group. Three groups, each one attacks a different one." I say and they both look at me. 

"You're girlfriends crazy Thomas." Minho said and gathered the runners in a small group as I watch the griever in front of us stalk its prey.

"I love you." Thomas says and looks at me.

I look at him and smile a little. "I love you too." I say before Minho calls for everyone's attention.

He splits us up into three groups just like I said to do.

I'm not with Thomas, but I am with Newt.

He's been struggling but he's kept up.

I count as a runner because I've been in the maze and actually fought a couple of grievers and won.

The griever in front of us is the one I'm assigned to.

I look at it and wait for it to move, taking a deep breath I get ready for the blood to spill.

"Okay you do not move until I tell you to." I say and the people in my group nod.

The griever just looks at us and I take a deep breath before I see it print into action and run towards us.

"Now!" I yell and put my bow up and shoot at it. I hit it but it doesn't kill it.

Someone throws a knife at it and it does stumble but it still comes towards us.

Its tail wiped around and grabbed the person behind me.

He screams for help and people try to reach him but it's to late. As he screams, the griever hits him over and over again until he's silent.

I'm the first to move and I raise my bow again. The griever screeches but I don't flinch. As I aim it starts moving again and I release the arrow and it goes right into the mouth of it.

It screeches one last time and falls to the ground.

I look back at the other Grievers and one after the other fall.

"Okay the three are down. We need to keep moving before more come." Minho says and everyone nods as Thomas and Minho start running.

I run after them as everyone fallows in suit.

I manage to catch up to Thomas and he looks at me. "You have blood on your face honey." He says softly and I take a deep breath as I wipe it away.

"I lost one." I say and he nods.

"I know, I saw. He's the only one to be lost so far." He says and my eyes widen.

"The only one?" I ask and he nods. "My group?" I ask barley in a whisper.

"Hey, that is not your fault." Thomas says and I sighs.

"Okay lovebirds. We need to focus now." Minho said and we both snap our heads towards Minho.

"What's wrong?" I ask and he points to the door.

"We're here." Minho said and stopped. He stopped in front of the door.

"Okay so let's get this thing out and get in." Thomas said and pulled the device out of Minho's pack.

The beeping is constant and the red light automatically turns green.

"I think we need to be careful with this." I say quietly and Minho looks at me.

"No shit." He said and I slink back a little bit.

"Okay so let's go quietly." Thomas says and takes my hand gently before walking in slowly with my hand still in his.

Everybody follows us in almost complete silence except the shuffling of feet on the hard ground.

"We have company!" Someone in the back yells as grivers crawl up the sides of the bridge-thing.

"More are coming up here." Minho says as we all go into a circle.

Five grievers vs 25 gladers.

Round 1 begins in 3...2...1

A/N:

Okay so I've been a horrible updated! I'm so sorry!

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Also I've been going through some things and it's hard but I know I'm going to survive. I'm going to be okay!

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