Hellooooo! I'd quickly just like to say thank you to the people who enjoy reading this (you know who you are), and that even though we may be few... we are MIGHTY *strikes a powerful pose.
I have re-written this chapter (i know, sorry...) since I didn't feel like it was true to the characters, or moved the story in the direction I wished for.
Alright, back to this (super dramatic) chapter <3
All three of us stood in front of the closed entrance, waiting for it to open. I adjusted my small backpack and focused on keeping my breaths calm, not wanting to my heart to beat too quickly due to excitement.
I looked over at Thomas, not being able to tell if his expression seemed worried or not.
I have to know why he didn't want me to go. But now's really not a good time to have that discussion.
The familiar sound roared from the wall as the doors slowly started opening. The ground shook beneath my feet, which I hadn't been close enough to experienced before.
I felt my body lighten and gave up entirely on trying to control my breaths as my heart started pumping.
This is it.
"You ready?" - Minho yelled, looking over at me.
I gave him a nod.
"Let's go!" - Before I knew it, Minho took off, immediacy followed by Thomas.
My legs pushed me forward and without hesitation I followed right behind.
We turned corner after corner, leaving the glade further away with every step. We ran for several minutes, very slowly making way towards the outer sectors. Earlier today, Minho had explained the different sectors, and that we would be heading towards sector 8.
We continued on, and I felt the air grace against my face and flow through my clothes. It was as if I could suddenly breathe. Like a weight had been removed from my chest.
Ahead of me I noticed Minho stopping. Thomas and I slowed down and placed ourselves next to him.
"What is it?" - My breathing was heavy, and I noticed how out of breath I actually was.
Minho's expression seemed strange, making me confused.
"y/n, when we were trapped here during the night, how did you escape the griver?.." - His voice sounded slightly unsteady.
A feeling of dread filled me after hearing the question, making me pause.
"I... I think I just lost it" - How exactly I got away was unclear to me. It was hard to remember due to the level of adrenaline and fear I had been subjected to at that particular moment.
"Thomas" - Minho motioned for him to follow as they both turned the corner, leaving me standing on the other side.
What's going on? They're acting strange.
"Thomas, Minho? What's going on?"
I walked up and turned the corner, only to see both Minho and Thomas standing with their backs facing me.
"Hey, wha..." - I looked at the corridor ahead of them.
Everything stopped.
Is that?..
Dead, on the stone ground laid the large corpse of a griever. I felt my insides turning, but forced my body into submission.
Thomas turned around and noticed my now pale face.
"y/n?" - Thomas put his hand on my arm, stroking it reassuringly.
"I'm fine, Just a bit startled" - I forced a quick smile, as I confidently walked towards the dead griever.
Thomas pulled my arm back, not allowing me to get closer.
"You think it's dead?" - Minho asked, not looking away from the griever.
"It's dead" - I said, gazing at the walls around us.
"I remember it now, and this is the exact same spot it caught me in..." - Thomas' grip on me didn't loosen, as if he was afraid I would run away. Minho stepped forward and crouched down next to the massive corpse.
"Urgh..." - He looked away in disgust.
The griever's body was slumped over itself, a large pool of blood laying underneath its head from where I had pierced it.
"What's that?" - I pointed at a red light dimly glowing from inside its stomach.
Thomas released my arm and I walked over to Minho, crouching down beside him. Being this close to the griever gave me shivers, but I tried my best to hide it.
"Any of you got a knife?" - I looked at them both interchangeably.
Minho pulled out a small blade from his backpack.
Alright, you can do this
As confidently as I could manage, I stuck the knife into the grievers lower half, piercing its almost gooey skin.
"What in the?.." - Minho whispered, as I stuck my hand inside and pulled out a small, metal cylinder.
I looked at it in my hands, though almost dropping it several times due to my hands being covered in blood.
"It says 7" - I said confused.
"As in sector 7?" - Thomas asked, looking at Minho.
"Whatever it is, we can find out in the glade" - Minho got up from the ground. I swiftly followed.
As we prepared to run back, I felt my foot being caught under one of the grievers metal limbs. My leg was removed from beneath me, and I hit the ground.
"y/n!" - Thomas and Minho raced over and helped me up.
"I'm fine, I just tripped" - I lifted my hand reassuringly, only to see blood flow down my arm. I looked at my hand, which now had a deep cut all the way across my palm.
Oh, great...
Thomas ripped a piece of his shirt off, tying it around my hand.
"Alright, time to move" - Minho gave me a glanze, before all three of us made our way back to the glade.
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