~~~~~ Stars cannot shine without darkness~~~~~
Elizabeth
[el-liz-uh-beth]
Y'all probably knew how to pronounce Elizabeth but whatever.
~~The first group~~
(I was gonna make this kinda formal but screw that... HELLO FRIENDS HOW ARE YOU GUYS TODAY?)...
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I don't own The Maze Runner but I do own Liz (and a few other OC's in this story) and the events that they experience, so please don't steal them, because that will make me very sad:(
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"What do you mean it's a maze?" Gally asked.
"I mean it's a maze. A giant fucking maze made of concrete." Minho stated.
"How? I mean how the hell would a giant fucking maze get here?"
"Or rather who the fuck put it there?"
" Why would we be in a MAZE?" Their questions kept coming. I didn't say anything; I just stood there with my mouth hanging open in shock; a billion questions running through my mind. Newt seemed to be doing the same thing.
George started freaking out, talking at a million miles a minute, "weneedtogetoutofhere.IwannagohomeIwannaseemyfamily.Iwannaremembermyfamily.Ijustwanttogohome.Idon'tcarewherehomeis.Ijustwannagohome."
It almost looked like he was gonna have a panic attack. I didn't really know how to help him, but I knew he needed help so I just walked over and hugged him. He started crying into my shoulder. We hadn't really talked until this point, but George hadn't really talked to anyone. I held him and told him that it's okay over and over.
"Take a deep breath, okay?" George drew in an extremely shaky breath."That was good, another one?" His breath this time was still shaky, but not near as much. Whatever I was doing seemed to kinda be working. I had forgotten about all of the other guys at this point. I looked up and saw them all staring, well, not really staring, I mean, they all looked almost overly sympathetic for George. I kinda waved them away. I couldn't blame George for freaking out, I mean, I've cried multiple times since coming to this place. The only difference between George and I is that no one knew that I cried.
Apparently sometime during this whole thing, the walls closed, and somehow I didn't even notice. George and I were the only ones left over by the door at this point; everyone else had gone over to the food supply pile. We walked too. It was silent for the first part until about halfway there I heard George whisper, "thank you."
"No problem."
The rest of the way to the pile was silent again. When we got to the box, I saw that about two- thirds of our original supply of food was left. Nick seemed to have noticed too because when I came over he was talking about rationing with Alby. When George and I sat down, an awkward silence filled the air or rather emptied it. I just picked up some food and started eating. Eventually, the conversation started again, but more quietly than before.
