THE SURVIVOR!
even tougher than she looks.

MARG!

   𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 who had previously brought them to Jorge, the woman who just saved her life.

"Why did you do that?" She heard Thomas questioning her from where he stood, yet her eyes never left the short-haired female who had just pulled the trigger.

"Okay, come on." Marg knew that she was their best chance, as she had noticed how close the woman was with Jorge. Not looking behind her, she quickly hurried behind the short-haired woman, only to notice that none of the others followed her actions.

"Do you all have a death wish? She's clearly out only chance!" She yelled at the group as her hair was lifted behind her by a gush of wind that entered through one of the many broken windows. "Come on, everyone!" Thomas was the first to run towards them, followed by Newt and each remaining member of the Group. They all rushed, running and pushing aside whoever was in their way, yet the red-head couldn't help herself but to notice how the number of people that was there when they first arrived, had now diminished by a lot as a song started playing loud through speakers taped around the place. Marg was right beside the brunette, as she ran faster than any other member of the Group, when they reached Jorge.

"Brenda, Hurry! We don't have much time!" The dark-skinned man quickly threw Marg her axe and her bō, causing the girl to smirk before strapping both weapons on her holster. "Let's go, let's go, let's go!" He motioned for all of them to follow, yet, when he opened two large doors, the red-head was left speechless. They all faced a steep fall, the only thing other than that was another torn up building in front of them that was somewhat connected to the one they all stood in. "Right this way."

"Well, never been afraid of heights." Margaret quipped as she snatched the backpack she recognised as hers from the floor and quickly secured it on her shoulders. "Not gonna start now."

"Oh, you got to be kidding me." Her red hair flew all around her as she turned to look at a shocked Frypan.

"Plan B, hermano." Jorge lifted his head, the action causing the red-head to notice how well-prepared the man was. "You kids want to get to the Right Arm? I'll lead you to them." The man's attention quickly drifted, as he looked in Marg's direction, who now stood a few feet away from the others, and Thomas. "But you got to owe me." He pointed at the two of them. Margaret didn't know what the song was about, nor why the dark-skinned man seemed to get more tense as it went on. The only thing the girl knew was that they all needed to get the hell out of there if they wanted to escape WICKED, again.

"First you save our asses, yeah?" The red-head interrupted the silence pointing at the multitude of ropes that were dangling from the ceiling and were connected to a rope that, technically, would have led them to the other building. The man didn't hesitate a second as he yanked one of them, took a few steps back, and launched himself out of the big window.

"Follow me!"

"Alright, let's go." Brenda yanked another chord down while Margaret and Thomas exchanged a quick glance. They didn't need to speak to each other as the girl understood that one of them had to go first and the other last. The brunette boy slightly nodded his head and Margaret lifted a thumb up before nearing the woman and doing the same as Jorge.

"You better hurry the fuck up!" Marg yelled just before she launched her body in the hair, her knuckles white as she held on the material for dear life, as she quickly approached the other building.

She knew she had to avoid a rough landing if she wanted to avoid any major damage to her body, therefore she quickly brought her knees to her chest and, as soon as she was close enough to see Jorge, she launched herself forward. Her body flipped in the air as she curled herself into a ball, just before she landed on her feet, knees bent and a hand on the floor. Marg quickly lifted her head, her mane of hair flying behind her as she looked at Jorge dead in the eyes, the man staring at her as if he had never seen someone like her before. She jumped up and fixed her weapons on her holster just in time to see Minho flying in their direction. "Knees against your chest, elbows together!" She screamed even if her voice sounded like a mere whisper due to everything that surrounded them. Minho seemed to have heard the girl, as he managed to land without any scratch, yet with far less grace than the red-head before him.

"The others are right behind me!" Marg looked at the boy and gave him a quick nod before taking her previous position, ready to tell everyone the correct way to land.

Margaret was yelling at Aris how to prepare himself for the landing when she noticed that there wasn't another body following his. She squinted her eyes and saw a mane of long dark hair coming their way, yet no one following her. The red-head shook her head as she knew she could only deal with one thing at a time, and right then and there it was making sure that no one broke any bones once they came into contact with the pavement.

"Teresa!" The brunette had just landed when Margaret grabbed both of her shoulders and roughly lifted the other girl up. "Where is Thomas, were the fuck is Thomas?" The eyes of the brunette widened as much as possible as Margaret held onto her shoulders refusing to break eye-contact.

"He told me he'd be right behind me." Marg pushed the brunette aside and looked at the building they just escaped.

"We've got to leave, now." Jorge's voice broke the girl's stare. "Follow me." He motioned for the members of the Group as he hurried toward a set of stairs, yet no one moved. Each single member of the Group who had managed to cross turned to face the red-head whose face showed no emotion whatsoever. "Come on!" The dark-skinned man bellowed as he noticed how no one had moved.

"Behind me, all of you. Keep the pace and shout if there's trouble." Margaret barked as she sprinted in Jorge's direction as the man was starting to make his way down a path of stairs. The Group must have descended two set of stairs when a loud explosion caught everyone's attention. The red-head turned around, her attention directed towards the building they had just left, noticing how the place was slowly falling apart. Flames were dancing from within, as pieces of the structure seemed to be falling onto the floor below like flies. "Fuck." She muttered loud enough for only herself to hear as she stared at the destruction caused by the man.

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   They all quickly rushed outside the building that still stood up by miracle. Margaret, running ahead of the rest of the Group's members, followed Jorge through a series of streets that, due to the pitch-black sky, looked like they had been abandoned for years. The girl couldn't help herself but to think back at what she had just witnessed, a whole building exploding, the same place that held Thomas. She heard the quick steps of the rest of the members of the group approaching as they halted behind her. Jorge turned around to face the rest of the teens, his eyes scanning each one of them.

"We can stop here for a few minutes, no one-" Margaret interrupted the man mid-sentence as she pushed his body through an open door and inside an empty apartment. The red-head grabbed a fistful of the material of his shirt with both hands before roughly pushing his body against a nearby wall. She could feel her fists tighten against the fabric as she pushed them against the skin that it covered as she glared at the man that was now staring at her with wide eyes.

"What was the shit you just pulled out there?" Marg barked, her voice low enough not to draw unwanted attention, yet still loud enough for everyone in the room to hear her words.

"I just saved you from WICKED, a 'thank you' would have been eno-" Once again, Jorge's words were interrupted by the girl who sported a large scar on her face, as she pushed his body against the wall once more, this time increasing the strength of her actions.

"You just left behind one of our Group. You left Thomas in there. In a building that blew up, along with your oh-so-called friend!" Margaret hissed as she slightly leaned forward, her fists now clenched to the point that her knuckles had turned white.

"Brenda knows where we need to go, she knows how to get out of there, she will have brought your friend with her." Marg could see how the dark-skinned man in front of her, the same person who oozed confidence just mere hours ago, was now staring at the others behind her, almost pleading for them to help him.

"You better hope that what you're saying it's the truth. You better hope we find Thomas in one piece, without a fucking scratch on him." Margaret released her hold, but not before shoving the man against the wall one more time for good measure. "Because if he isn't where you think he is, then we are gonna have some troubles." Her words came out like poison, her eyes glared at the man like a snake ready to attack its pray.

"Marg." A gentle hand reached the girl's shoulder, causing her to immediately put a hand on her axe, just in case something had happened. Once the red-head took a peak at the hand that rested on top of her limb, a silent sigh left her lips as she knew who it belonged to. Margaret heard the shuffling of Newt's feet at he walked to stand in front of her, his hand never leaving its place as he took a minute to stare at her. "We don't have time for this, we need to move if we want to find Thomas, especially now that we've got WICKED on our tail." The teen gave him a small nod, followed by the ghost of a smile, before turning around to glare at Jorge one last time and causing the grown man to gulp.

"I wouldn't mess with her if I were you, shuck face." Frypan's tone was no longer jovial, yet serious and stern as he took a step closer to the red-head, sending her a nod that she quickly returned.

"And if Thomas is hurt, then you're not gonna have just her to respond to." Minho added, causing the girl to smirk as they all seemed to be on the same page, even Aris.

"So, what's the plan?" The scrawny boy asked, sending Margaret a fleeting glance and receiving an encouraging nod from the red-head.

"We're going to pay a visit to a friend of mine, Marcus." Jorge added, quickly fixing his posture and his clothes as he stood up straight once again. "He smuggles people all the time, he knows far more than what people believe." The red-head cocked her head, crossing her arms against her chest in the meanwhile.

"Where is this friend of yours? And is he part of the plan Brenda knew about?" The girl brought her hand on her axe, before taking it out of its holster and twirling the weapon in her free hand. "Are we going to find them there?"

"Yes, we will." Jorge sounded positive in his statement and, even upon screening his features, the teen could tell he wasn't lying when he shared that information with them. "I have to warn you, Marcus is not your... usual person. He is a bit eccentric and it might take a little bit of persuasion to speak, but he will nonetheless."

"Better pray your ass he does." Margaret bit back as she continued to toy with the weapon in her hands. "Because it'd really suck to have to pick either you or Brenda to leave behind while we start making our way toward the Right Arm. I am sure WICKED isn't that happy with you either, especially now that you've rescued a bunch of their 'former-prisoners'." Marg quickly put the axe back before stretching her arm forward, palm facing upwards and tilting her head to the right. "I saw you grabbing two guns, hand one to me." She noticed how Jorge's seemed to be even more shocked than before. The man looked like he'd rather have her shoving him into the wall repeatedly than to follow her instructions. "Listen. I might have just threatened you, but you are our only 'map' to wherever we need to go. If WICKED finds us." She motioned all around herself, making sure to include every single member of the Group, even the girl she did not trust. "I am the only one with a good aim and who knows how to use a gun. You cover me, I cover you. We rescue Thomas and your friend and get the hell away from here." The man simply nodded once.

"You are even tougher than I believed, hermana." The dark-skinned man reached inside of his jacket, only to receive threatening glares on behalf of Newt and Frypan who had already raised their melee weapons, ready to strike if they needed to. "I am not going to kill your Leader, I'd be stupid to." Jorge quickly retorted before taking out one of his guns and handing it to the re-head, who quickly checked the chamber. She couldn't exactly pin-point where she had learnt to do something like that, yet it looked like she had done it multiple times before.

"Fry, toss that rusty metal." Marg spoke up while fixing the gun, after having activated the safety on it, on her belt. "Grab." The girl tossed her bō towards the boy in question, who quickly took a step forward and took hold of the wooden weapon Margaret had created herself. "Your movements are good enough, you can handle it." The red-haired assured the boy. "Now, it's still dark outside. How far are we from your friend?"

"We need to keep on moving if we want to get there before Brenda and your friend." Jorge had regained his composure by now, a look of respect shining through his eyes every time he looked at the girl who had fought so bravely and everyone seemed to respect.

"Well, then let's move." Minho voiced up as he took a step toward the exit of the apartment they were currently hiding in, only to be stopped by Margaret who placed a finger on her mouth before grabbing her new gun, de-activating the safety on it, and pushing her body against the stone-cold wall while she peered around every corner.

"Clear." She muttered, gesturing for the others to leave before her, something they quickly obliged to do. The girl found herself frowning slightly when she noticed Aris waiting for the others to leave. The scrawny boy neared her, his free hand scratching the back of his neck.

"Whatever happens, I am always going to stand by your side regardless of the outcome." The words left his mouth like a serene waterfall, beautiful and heart-warming. When she first met the boy, she didn't think she would have grown so close to him, yet, here she was, staring at the thin boy who had managed to become her best friend.

"And I am always going to have your back. Now go." She nudged him, following his steps while her eyes scanned every single nook and cranny they walked by, not wanting to come across any type of surprise.

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   The group kept on trekking through the city, their backs against the outside walls of the remaining buildings as each one of them checked everywhere to avoid any surprises.

Jorge had informed them about Marcus' parties and how he'd always throw one every available day. It had been his plan all along, to meet with said man and ask him for the location of the Right Arm at one of those, the only issue now being that the Group had been separated. According to the dark-skinned man, crossing the city during the night was their best option in order to avoid any curious glances, as WICKED seemed to have their way with people, offering them what, in the end, no one received in return for information.

Margaret, in the middle of their walk, had managed to reach the front of the group. The red-head was now walking side by side with Jorge, who, shockingly, didn't seem scared by the girl, yet amused.

We need somewhere to lay low when the sun comes up, otherwise whoever hasn't cranked up yet could see us all." She whispered to the man as she pointed her gun towards an alley on her right, ready to shoot if she had to.

"Follow me, I know a place that's been 'recently vacated'" The man threw the red-head a meaningful look. She didn't need to ask for any explanation as that could only mean that whoever used to live there was no longer human.

The street where their 'safe house' was located seemed utterly ordinary, each house looked the same and that reminded the girl about her childhood, or, at least, what she had managed to remember thanks to the Beasts in the Maze. The house Jorge had mentioned didn't look as bad as many other buildings, yet the bullet-holes that decorated the windows and the splatters of blood on the outside fence were enough to send Marg's brain into 'survival mode'. The red-head motioned for each member of the group to wait for her 'all clear' before she slowly opened the main door and walked inside, gun safety off.

After a throughout scan of the whole place, Margaret peered outside and let out a low whistle. In a matter of seconds each member of the Group, including Jorge, rushed inside and was greeted by the same stench of rotten food that engulfed the entire place.

"What's the smell?" Teresa's voice was muffled by a scarf she had quickly tied around her face, only earning a scoff on behalf of Margaret who simply pointed toward the kitchen and the upstairs floor.

"Rotten food and people who 'opted out', you take your pick."

"Hey, we can wait out in here." Aris' voice caught the red-head attention, causing her to look towards the living room where Minho and her best friend had already made camp for the time being. Margaret shrugged, only for Newt to walk beside her and bumping into her shoulder on purpose before smiling at her, a simple action that caused the girl to freeze.

Marg's throat seemed to be closing on its own accord, while her heart started to beat faster than normal. She couldn't help but to notice how, whenever she was around the sandy-blonde boy, she'd start to feel different, good different even if slightly nervous. The feeling that currently took control of her own body was something completely foreign, yet she didn't mind it as she noticed that Newt's smile caused her stiffened pose to relax within a second.

Margaret stood there, gun in her right hand, when it hit her like a tidal wave. All of a sudden, memories of her parents smiling at each other, laughing and joking together, flashed at the speed of light and something inside the girl clicked. The red-head quickly scanned the room where everyone was already seated, only stopping when her eyes found who she was looking for. Newt sat on the floor, his back turned on her, and a small smile started making its way on the girl's face as she realised that somehow, even if they had only spent a short amount of time together, she was starting to fall in love with the boy with the weird accent.

Marg walked towards the group, hiding her smile behind her void expression as she sat in front of Minho. The red-head slid her backpack open and took out the last two rations left, motioning for Jorge, who was standing up in the corner of the room, to join the rest of them.

"It's not much, but we've been managing." She nodded at the unopened pack that laid on her lap, while the other had been snatched by Aris who was already sharing its contents with the others. "I am not gonna bite." A ghost of a smirk appeared on the dark-skinned man as he took a seat beside the red-head who, in the meanwhile, had already opened the last ration and taken her own share before handing the pack to the man.

Margaret didn't pay much attention to the conversation the others were having, as she further opened her backpack and reached inside to find the one object that had been on her mind ever since she had obtained one of the man's guns. Once her hands finally came into contact with the cold material, Marg took a silencer out of her bag and smiled wildly when the object clicked in place on her gun.

"Where did you get that?" Jorge's thick accent caused her to smile even more. She could only assume that something like this was a rarity nowadays, and it made her feel a little bit better when she thought back to how scared Aris was as he waited for her to come back from her little 'mission'.

"WICKED." Margaret elbowed her best friend in a playful manner. "She basically ransacked the place, stole whatever she thought could be useful when we made it out." The sentence alone seemed to have cheered Minho up, as the boy let out a small laugh while shaking his head in what looked like disbelief. "One day she pulled me away from the others, told me she spotted weapons she knew how to use and wanted to steal something during one of our trips through the vents. She almost gave me a heart attack when it took her longer than planned to come back." Margaret quickly ruffled her friend's hair before placing the gun on her legs and taking a thin, medium-sized box out of her bag.

"Well, they never truly noticed that some bullets went missing, did they?" A collective gasp engulfed the room, as the red-head lifted the top of the box to show an array of different sized bullets, smiling as she noticed that twenty of those would have worked with her new weapon. "And we have a winner." She announced while raising a single bullet, the small object in between her index finger and her thumb.

As Margaret placed the bullet back in its box, she noticed that Minho was whispering something in Newt's hear, causing the boy to become rather flustered, something that couldn't be hidden, regardless of the darkness that engulfed the room. The first boy let out a small chuckle before elbowing the latter and sharing a grin with Frypan as Marg scrunched her brows, trying to understand what was going on between the friends.

"So, you all came from the same place?" Jorge's voice took everyone by surprise, but it wasn't because of his tone, yet because of his question. The red-head never truly thought about what people outside WICKED knew in regards to the organization's activity, but, according to the question that just left the man's lips, it was clear they knew less than nothing.

"Not exactly." Aris, who was sitting next to Margaret, mumbled as he toyed with a loose thread of his shirt. "I met Marg at the place they took us after we left the Maze. We thought it was over, some of us thought those people freed us." The girl's hand quickly reached for her best friend's and gave a slight squeeze.

"Turned out we never escaped WICKED, they just kept the show going." Minho cleared his throat.

"So... Did you all come from the same..." Jorge stopped for a second, almost as if he was trying to wrap his mind around the concept. "Maze?"

"Oh, no." Frypan chuckled as he shook his head. "We came from the same one." The dark-skinned boy pointed towards Newt, Minho, Teresa and himself. "Along with Thomas. He," Fry's finger was now directed towards a rather nervous Aris. "Came from a different one, one where he was the only boy. While Marg came from Hell itself." A low snort left the red-head, as she heard the way the boy she now considered a Survivor labelled her Maze.

"That's where you got that?" Jorge motioned across his face, causing the entire room to fall silent. While Margaret had opened up to Newt about some of her scars, the one on her face was something completely different, something that left her in severe pain for weeks. Weeks, she had to fight, no matter how many times she pulled the stitches and her face started to bleed all over again.

"Yes... Let's say WICKED did a real number on me and the rest of the Survivors. I consider myself lucky." After all these years, she could almost feel herself numb to pain, both physical and emotional. Speaking about what happened back then wasn't something that brought the pain back, yet it simply fuelled her hatred towards the organisation.

"You don't have to -" Marg smiled at Newt, knowing that the sandy-haired boy knew some of the things she went through already, yet she simply nodded before exhaling slowly.

"It's okay, Newt." The red-head stood up, pacing among the Group for a couple of seconds, before smiling at Minho, who quickly scooted away from Newt. Margaret sat down in between the two friends and, just as quickly as her lower body collided with the floor, Newt's hand reached for hers. She smiled, not caring if the others noticed their exchange, and gently squeezed the sandy-blonde haired boy's hand back. The girl inhaled deeply, letting her eyes flutter close for a second before opening them again, letting her gaze move around the room as she started telling them what happened.

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   According to their own calculation, it had been a year and a half since Margaret woke up inside the Maze. The sun was glowing bright in the sky as the red-head was helping a couple of Survivors to prepare the rations they would have needed for the upcoming night. Out of the blue the ground started to shake uncontrollably, causing the Leader of the Maze to let out a frustrated grunt as she quickly stood up. Dusting every last residue of the squirrels they had just skinned, the girl made her way toward a group of 'more seasoned' Survivors who were waiting for her where the steel of a closed box could be easily spotted.

"Bet it's this one. Kevin almost speared himself in the ass when the shit started to do its thing." A young boy by the name of William informed Margaret while leaning against his own machete, a weapon he was permitted to work on whenever he found himself having time for himself. The ground shook one last time before a loud thud echoed all around the three, attracting each single Survivor who stopped whatever they were doing to look in their direction.

"What are you waiting for? An invitation by the Grievers? Get back to your duties if you want to stay alive!" The red-head barked. Everyone in the Maze knew that the Big Boss knew better than anyone else, therefore no one ever second guessed her calls. Each single person hurried to their designated task in order to avoid an angry Margaret, something no one wanted to witness as the girl had a very short temper, and this always bit them in ass if they dared to cross the line.

When the box opened, Marg found herself staring at a young girl who couldn't be older than twelve. She was standing up in the enclosed space. The new arrival sported a determined look, even if her eyes betrayed the emotions she wanted to portray, as it was clear as day that the poor girl was terrified.

"Come on, Sunshine. You ain't that short." Kevin thrusted a pole in the girl's direction and the latter quickly grabbed one of the ends in order to get out of the box.

During the rest of the day, Margaret had found out that the girl's name was Nancy. The young kid didn't remember anything apart from her name, just like the rest who was yet to experience the excruciating pain that came with the Griever's sting. Not wanting to send the girl in the Maze without any kind of training, Marg decided to let her stay to guard the food supply for the night. She could already see that the girl was no Goner, yet a Survivor who just needed the proper training to hopefully make it out alive as soon as they located the exit.

That night nothing truly exceptional happened. The groups that had left the Maze in search of an escape came back safe and sound, all apart from one. A limping William was holding Kevin, the latter's arm had been secured around the former's shoulders as he sported an empty look.

"Where is the Big Boss? Call the Big Boss!" The boy's booming voice managed to alt everyone's action and, somehow, reached the ears of the red-head he was looking for. Even if she had no clue of why she had been summoned so quickly, Marg sprinted in the direction of a member of the Maze, as she always told everyone that no one was less worthy than the rest of them. She treated each single person fairly, yet, once the group had reached its twenty-capacity, she was quickly elected as the Leader and nick-named 'The Big Boss'.

"What the fuck happened?" Margaret's eyes quickly trailed across the body of the passed-out boy, until she halted her movements when she saw a big contraption sticking out of the boy's side. "He's been stung." Hers wasn't a question, more like a mere statement, but William didn't seem to care as he and Kevin arrived only a week apart, causing the boys to form an instant bond.

"A Griever had me pinned down, this idiot ran in, all guns-blazing and thrusted his spear in its soft spot." William shook his head, trying to conceal the few tears that were leaving his eyes. "He missed it, he missed the right spot, and the Beast stung him with so much force that he could barely stand up. He hit his head pretty bad."

"Sheets, torch, serum, now!" Margaret didn't want to waste a single second as each passing moment spent not doing anything could only push the boy towards the light. A group of girls rushed towards their medical supplies before coming back and setting them all on the floor, separating them for use, need and urgency.

Marg placed the boy's body on the sheet and quickly thrusted the syringe that contained the serum in his chest, as the poison could have already reached his heart for all she knew. Everybody was well aware that, if that was the case, all that was left to do was to show mercy and stop him from suffering any further. The rest of the morning was spent patching up the boy who was laughing around just less than twenty-four hours before. Margaret was helped by Nancy, who appeared to be rather grateful towards the red-head, and also willing to learn as much as possible from the girl everyone referred to like 'a hero'.

The girl was disinfecting her hands with some alcohol, when a sudden noise could be heard from where she stood, causing her to whip around and see that Kevin's hand had started to twitch a great deal. Marg, who had seen plenty of people waking up from a Griever's sting, knew she couldn't leave the boy alone as it was hard enough for her to stand after her first one and go through all that pain on her own.

That was her first mistake.

She crouched next to the boy who seemed completely out of it, only mumbling something she couldn't clearly make out.

The second mistake.

She neared her face to the boy's to get a better idea of what he was mumbling over and over again and she still couldn't make sense of what was being said.

Third mistake.

No one moved the boy as the Big Boss was taking care of the situation, something everyone appreciated since no one truly wanted to get close to someone who had been stung.

In a matter of seconds, Kevin grasped the pointed knife that had fallen out of his pocket and thrusted it not too deep, yet still deep enough, beneath Marg's cheekbone before thrusting it down in one simple movement, only stopping once he reached her collarbone.

The red-head couldn't even bring herself to scream, for each time she opened her mouth, the blood seemed to pour out of her wound like a waterfall, only to reach her lungs, causing her to choke on it loudly. The Leader brought both of her dirty hands on her wound, trying to contain the blood flow as she started to see black dots all around her. Right in that moment Margaret didn't care what people said, she couldn't hear anything whatsoever as she laid immobile beside the Kevin's trashing body. The red-head tried to focus on breathing from her nose as she stared at the sky above her, her eyelids now heavy. The last thing she remembered before passing out was someone's strong grip around her shoulders, as someone else grabbed her by the feet.

When she woke up, two days had passed by and she was sprawled on top of the only cot they had up on the medical tree. The red-head quickly brought her right hand where she remembered she'd been stabbed, only to come into contact with some kind of large bandage.

"Don't speak, it's only gonna tear the stiches." Margaret's eyes darted left and right, until they settled on a wounded-looking Nancy, who was sitting right beside her. "Oh, me? I tried to stop the boy from going crazy, he left me a small souvenir on my leg before I knocked him out with a small branch of a tree." The young girl, who was still a Sunshine in her eyes, explained. "They told me I'd have to listen to your decision due to my actions, obviously once you can speak again." She simply shrugged, as if she had already accepted the possibility of dying.

The red-head reached for the girl's hand and gave it a small squeeze, followed by a thumb up. That was all Nancy seemed to need to understand that she wasn't in any trouble.

The following weeks Marg managed to tear her stitches several times as she fought against the Grievers while trying to find a way out. The Leader never asked anyone to help her, as she always ended up stitching her own face herself while Nancy held something that resembled a mirror. The scar on Margaret face never truly faded, mostly due to how long it took it to heal, yet it stood there, for everyone to see, almost as bright as blood itself still to this day.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE

Margaret finally realised the meaning of her feelings toward Newt. Everything is #Mewt and nothing hurts lol.

Badass Marg and all the boys supporting her decisions and standing by her side. I loved writing that part.

The story of the scar is harsh, I know, but I had it planned all along. It shows how resilient Marg is. After all she woke up not long after and went back to fighting like any other day. It also shows how much pain she had to endure in her Maze, this one was a clear example of it.