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  The end of the evening was drawing near. You knew that. Minho had refused to allow you to carry Alby, after having seen your staggering and swaying walks - that was fine by you, even though it made you feel guilty. Your migraine showed no mercy, your legs felt like jelly, and the world spun around you. You weren't going to push Minho's decision, no matter how selfish it sounded. Your mind unconsciously ticked down the time, an hour, thirty minutes, twenty... "Ten" you panted weakly, Minho grunted in response, adjusting Alby comfortably on his shoulder. "Almost there" he encouraged himself, like he had been for the last ten minutes. Minho ignored you, most of the times - your encouragements, your presence. It didn't hurt. Why would it? Minho was concentrating. You groaned, your legs shaking with the strain. A loud bang shook the ground. Minho pace quicken. Time. Zero. Then clicking made a ivy waver. You pushed yourself into a faster pace, the ground moving underneath your feet - not all of it was from the closing of the doors. Minho lead the way into the starting corridor, light peeled into the stone cage, lessening with each breath. Calls of encouragement echoed to your ears. Your eyes focused. Minho staggered, but caught himself and screamed in frustration as Alby slipped form his grasp. You let out a sob, as you fall to the ground, your teeth rattled by the force coming from your already bruised knees. Minho groaned weakly, pulling at Alby's limp arm. "Goo-o" the words echoed off the walls.
"Hurry!" Hurry! Hurry!
Minho!" Minho! Minho! Echo... echo
"Y/S/N!" Newt's voice reached you. You groaned, "I'm sorry" you whispered, feeling to weak to pick yourself up again, and yourself being thrown into the memories that you didn't want.

Newt put his hands against the cool metal of the wall-

"Y/S/N! Minho! Come on!" Chuck cried.

Darkness and swallowed Chuck's world. To the point that he couldn't remember what it had been like-

"Y/S/N!" The doors closed. Then there was silence. The last person to say your name was Newt. Oh Newt. You closed your eyes bracing yourself for the memories that ever came. It was like the wall had cut off the memory, allowing your head to clear. It was like them saying your name carried a memory after. You hated to admit it but the wall helped you. You groaned, out of relief or bitter awareness of the end, you didn't know. And collapsed weakly against one of the walls. There was a sharp cry from Alby, but you couldn't move, it was like the ivy grasped you, immobilized you. "Greenie" Minho said tiredly, "if you think that was brave coming out here, listen up. You're the shuckiest shuck-faced shuck there ever was. You're as good as dead, just like us." You grasped, as though you just managed to breath after suffocation. Thomas made a slight noise of annoyance, "I couldn't just sit there and leave you guys out here."
"Whatever, dude. Break the Number One Rule, kill yourself, whatever."
"You're welcome. I was trying to help." Minho laughed bitterly at the Greenie. You opened your eyes forcefully and stared at the three boys, all going to die. You watched as Minho bent down to Alby, who's skin was pale and breathing shallow and quick. "What happened?" Thomas whispered, looking at Alby, eyes wide.
"Don't wanna talk about it," Minho grunted, as he check Alby's pulse and bent to listen to his chest. "Let's just say the Grievers can play dead really well." A flicker of surprise came across Thomas's facials.
"So he was..." he managed lamely, before sighing out, "bitten? Stung, whatever? Is he going through the Changing?"
You rolled your eyes and winced. "Greenie-" You started,
Minho sighed, "You've got a lot to learn."
Thomas frowned at the answer he was given, which honesty wasn't an answer at all. "Is he going to die?"
Aren't we all? You thought sourly, regretting not taking 'Alby-lifting' in turns. Minho looked back at the closed doors. "Since we didn't make it back before sunset, probably. Could be dead in an hour - I don't know how long it takes if you don't get the Serum-"
You sighed, "It depends"
Minho gave you an annoyed look, a part of you expected it wasn't because you cut him off. "...Course, we'll all dead, too, so don't get all weepy for him," He gave Thomas a cold stare, "Yep, we'll all be nice and dead soon." You rolled your eyes again, and pushing yourself off the wall, strolling back into the maze. An instinct lead you on, quivering knees and light head. It told you to move. "Hey?!" Thomas cried in alarm - Minho didn't bother to call after you "Where you going?"
You looked over your shoulder, "If there is only death here, I don't want the Gladers to be able to see my inside scattered across this corridor"
"We're really going to die?" Thomas asked, "You're telling me, we have no chance?"
Minho answered, "None."
Thomas sighed in frustration, at Minho's constant negativity. "Oh, come on - there has to be something we can do. How many Grievers'll come at us?" You turned to face Thomas, who was looking expectantly at Minho. Minho shrugged, "I don't know."
"But... what about Ben? And Gally, and others who've been stung and survived?"
Mino glanced at Thomas with a look that said he was dumber than a cow klunk. "Didn't you hear me? They made it back before sunset, you dong. Made it back and got the Serum. All of them."
"But I thought the Grievers only came out at night"
Minho groaned, "The you were wrong, shank. They always some out at night. That doesn't mean they never show up during the day."
"Has anyone ever been caught outside the walls at night and lived through it?"
Minho blinked, "Never"
"How many have died then?" Thomas asked boldly,
More then enough. Minho stared at the ground, crouched with one forearm on a knee. He was exhausted, almost in a daze. "At least twelve. Haven't you seen the graveyard?"
Thomas shifted uncomfortably on his feet, "Yeah."
"Well, those are just the ones we found. There are more more whose bodies never show up." That was mostly true, you reflected, most had died from the maze, but others by something else entirely - but Thomas didn't need to know that. Minho pointed absently back to the closed doors, "That freaking graveyard's back in the woods for a reason. Nothing kills happy time more than being reminded of your slaughtered friends everyday" Minho stood and grabbed Alby's arms, then nodded towards his feet, "Grab those smelly suckers. We gotta carry him over to the Door. GIve'em one body that's easy to find in the morning", you went to help, forcing yourself to remain calm and keep clear-minded, but Minho waved you off, with a dark look. "How can this be happening!" Thomas screamed to the walls, turning in a full circle.
Minho rolled his eyes, "Quit your crying. You should've followed the rules and stayed inside. Now come on, grab the legs"
Thomas did as he was told and grabbed Alby's legs and carried him thirty metres or so to the door. The lay him a semi-sitting position, he looked as though he wasn't going to last much longer.
The boys conversation grow into confusing echoes, so you gave up trying to listen. Sitting down, you pulled your knees to your chest rocking back and further. "Calm, Y/S/N" You whispered to yourself, "It's not going to help if you panic" You forced your body to relax and your vision to clear. I am, you thought with a small degree of panic, losing my mind.
Haven't you been losing it awhile now, sister?

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