The Girl

Chapter Twenty Eight

  I sit in the infirmary and tend to Minho's wounds, Newt and Alby present. They're having a pretty heated discussion.

"Well, do you think we should send out runners to try and kill one?" Alby asks. Newt shakes his head.

"That's way too dangerous. Based on our past experiences, we barely make it out alive when we encounter 'em." He sighs and sits on the edge of the cot that Minho is sitting on. I press a cloth to what seems to be Minho's worst cut on his forearm.

"I think it could be worth the risk. Who knows how the game could change if we were able to kill one of those monsters," Minho adds. All three boys are silent for a while.

"If we were able to kill one, we would be able to inspect it. Check out its anatomy, maybe find a weakness... it could be well worth it," I break the silence. I can feel all three boys shift their gaze to me at the same time. I look up from my task. "What?"

"The princess has a point, Newt. This could be our key to defeating the grievers once and for all, eliminating our major threat in the maze. That gives us so many new possibilities," Minho pleads. Newt grunts.

"We can't go out and try killing 'em yet. Tomorrow the routes will go back to normal, with Ben back out there. Continue as usual. We can attempt to develop a plan, but we won't go through with it until it has all our support, ya hear?" Newt demands, mostly directed at Minho. The boy nods in agreement. I continue cleansing his cuts.

"That griever really sliced you up, didn't it?" I say with a hint of laughter.

"What do you expect? I'm just glad you were there and had your arrows. Without that I'd probably be dead." He nudges my knee with his elbow, since we're sitting across from each other. I smile.

"Well you better hope you don't run into another one of those shuck things tomorrow, then." I submerge the towel in a bucket of water to clean it as I complete my task.

"I better."