Chapter 14

"Alright, I know we aren't bloody friends right now, but I would rather suck it up and figure this out later than die not being your guys' friend." Newt says. "Agreed" says Minho. A couple of seconds after he is done speaking, you hear the clicking of the grievers. Memories of the last time you were out here rush back, and you begin to panic as you feel the pressure to survive kick in. You jump up and begin to anxiously pace when you remember how when you faced the grievers, the completely ignored you. You stop pacing and think of the things you did that night. Nothing about it seemed special, so it must just be you. After all, you are the only girl.You hear the clicks of the grievers get closer and you step next to Minho to get ready to fight. Newt lines up next to Minho, and next to Newt is Thomas. Thomas hands you the knife, although you aren't sure what sort of damage you can do with a simple knife. "Y/n, I want you to stay back." Minho says. You obey and step back behind the three boys, who are all much taller and bigger than you are. For the first time, you notice all of their muscles bulging through their shirts. As you look closer to Minho and Newt, you see all sorts of cuts and bruises. If they fight like that, we might just have a chance.You hear the clicking of the grievers get closer. Too close for comfort. You look over the shoulders of Minho and Newt, and see a pack of three grievers standing at the end of the corridor. Three? you think to yourself, Why'd they send three? There's four of us. And then it dawns on you. There's four of you, but three of them are guys. The grievers are going to leave you alone again.The grievers begin to roll towards the row of three guys, and right before they crash into the boys standing in front of you, you force yourself in between Thomas and Newt and stand, arms out stretched, in front of the boys. The grievers roll right up to you, and the one directly in front of your body unfolds, it's 'face' hanging directly above yours. You look up at it, and wait for it to make its move. Without thinking, you reach your hand up, and touch the griever. No one stops you, so when your fingers reach its slimy flesh, your hand gets covered with goop. All three of the grievers stop, and the maze goes silent. You hear the distant sounds of other grievers clicking stop. The grievers standing in front of you roll up into a ball, and lay there. You grip the knife in your hand, ready to attack at any moment, but the moment doesn't come. "What the hell" Newt whispers. Minho steps next to you and gives you a shocked, but weary look. He gently kicks one of the grievers, and when it doesn't move, he continuously kicks it harder and harder each time. Thomas does the same with the other griever. Instead of kicking yours, you throw the knife into it. Before it hits the machine-like animal, you swear you see the griever move. You throw your arms out, causing Thomas and Minho to back up and stand next to Newt. You reach down and dig the knife out of the dead griever, and do the same with the other two. "We should bring these back." Thomas says."Are you nuts?" Minho says."We have three dead grievers and you mean to tell me you aren't at least a little bit curious?" Thomas says. "Think about the things we could learn from studying these things."Minho grunts before grabbing one of the limbs of a dead griever. He drags it back a few feet towards the door. Thomas easily grabs two limbs of a griever and drags it next to Minho's. Newt manages to grab a mechanical arm, but between his limp and how hurt he is now, he can barely pull it an inch before you grab one of the other arms and help him drag it to the closed doors. "Thanks" he smiles brightly at you when you reach the doors. You sit down Next to Minho against one of the walls. Newt and Thomas sit across from you guys. "I'm sorry I hit you Newt" Minho says, looking down at his feet."It's alright. I was a slinthead too" Newt says, running his hands through his hair. "I guess I just got defensive that you thought she was yours.""I am mad that you knew before I did." Minho says. "And she is my girlfriend, it's my job to be defensive.""Not quite like that though." "Well I mean, I don't want my friends hitting on my girlfriend.""Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah." You butt in. "Do you seriously think I would leave you for Newt?" "Well I mean-" Minho starts but gets cut off by yours and Newts laughter. "What?" He asks, almost shyly. "It's just funny that you seriously thought that we would like each other!" Newt laughs."Oh whatever" Minho mumbles. You lean your head on his shoulder, and try to sleep.

The sound of the doors opening startles you awake. You run your eyes and stretch your arms as the doors continue to open. As the doors finish opening, you look back and see the three dead grievers sitting a few feet from you. There is a boy standing at each one. Thomas is on the first one, and he looks as though he may have actually gotten some quality sleep. Newt is in the middle, looking as though he had just dug his way out of a grave in the deadheads. Minho is standing next to Newt, looking tired, but strong. You give Minho a kiss on the cheek and pick up a griever arm on the same animal as Newt. The doors clank open, and the four of you begin dragging the grievers into the glade. No one is there to greet you, so you all drag the dead machines into the lower floor of the map room. Exhausted, you all leave and head to your tents. You see no one on your way there, and it takes you a little while to realize that the sun is not up in the sky yet. "Why are the doors on such a weird schedule" you whisper to Minho. "I'm not sure" he says as you and him climb into his tent. The glade is hot, despite the missing sun. You take off your shirt and pants, so you are only in a sports bra and spandex. Even though you are still warm, you cuddle up next to Minho, and fall asleep.

Authors NoteHey guys! Thanks so much for reading my story. :) I'm starting to write a new one that I think I might publish...? Depends on how it turns out. I want to dedicate this chapter to my bae, BernieBoo. She's great and you should go check out her stories. TABLESPOON. She loves Dean Ambrose and WWE so if you are into that sort of thing go check her out! I hope your day is splendid and that your wildest dreams come true. Unless your dream is to marry Thomas Brodie Sangster. Back off. He's mine. xo~Marizie