CHEATING DEATH - A Maze Runners' Tale • 001

CHAPTER 19

I woke up early the next morning as usual to get ready for the days running but today we would be investigating the dead griever with Alby instead. I decided on a pair of leggings this morning but I stuck with my usual tank top and went ahead and put on my running pack.

When I left the homestead to go make myself lunch and get my weapons Minho was already out and about along with Alby who, if I'm not mistaken, looks excited for the first time ever.

When we got to the door Minho and I began stretching while Alby just stood there watching us like we were doing ballet at a movie theater.

"Dude, why are you lookin' at us like that?" Minho asked as he stood upright again.

"You guys are doin' weird bendy stuff." He said. He knew what we were doing but was too embarrassed to join us clearly.

"Wanna see somthin' weirder?" I asked as I bent backwards and started walking towards him.

"Ew stop that you look like a griever." Alby complained as I fell on the ground because I was laughing so hard. Minho held out his arm to me and pulled me up to my feet.

"Let's go." Minho said and without warning he and I ran into the maze leaving alby behind us to catch up.

After a few hours Minho and I turned on the corner we found the dead griever and found it conveniently still laying there lifeless. Alby was a few moments behind us but soon joined us breathing heavily and wheezing.

"So, this is what we were talkin' about. Margo threw a knife at it the other day and we were both too much of a wuss to go get it." Minho said as he slapped Alby on the back.

"Let's go get the knife then." Alby said as he marched forward.

Minho and I exchanged a worried glance beind him before we cautiously followed after. Alby had a decent lead ahead of us but we were constantly looking over at eachother which was enough to slow us down slightly.

When Alby arrived at the dead griever he picked up the knife and threw it at the dead griever imbedding it in the thick slimy skin. In a split second Minho and I were running forward with weapons in hand as the griever came to life and began rolling at Alby.

It was too late. Alby was trampled and stung too many times to count as he scrambled to get away. Minho and I arrived just in time to pull Alby out of the way before the not dead griever rolled forward and over him again.

I left Minho to get Alby out of there while I began doing what I do best. Squaring up grievers and almost dying because of it.

I ran forward and leaped waiting for the griever to grab me with one of it's robotic arms and when it reached out at me I grabbed it and swung around it changing my direction and landing on the grievers head. I stabbed my machete into its head and got sprayed with a yellow mucus that shot me off the griever. As far as I knew the griever had a machete sticking in it and I was unharmed.

I got up and wiped the slime off my face then ran in the opposite direction as fast as I could. My vision was blurry because of the mucus but as far as I knew I was sprinting as fast as ever. I needed to find out where Minho and Alby went and I needed to know if he was alive.

"Margo!" I heard Minho call for me from a corridor to my right.

"Is he alive?" I called back as I slowed down and jogged down the corridor over to them.

"What happened to you?" He questioned.

"Free hair gel. You want some?" I joked as I wiped some of the mucus off my shoulder and dangled it over his head but he slapped my hand away playfully.