Axura's POV
Finally, another Greenie. Now, Thomas won't be called Greenie, anymore. Well, not to Gally... So far, about two people have gotten stung by Grievers: Alby and Ben. I feel like I'm a bad luck charm or something because ever since I arrived, there's been many incidents. Apparently, in the Maze, when Minho, Thomas, Alby and I got trapped, Thomas killed a Griever. We haven't killed many Grievers because we do it in 1 week, whilst they kill us in 1 second.
Thomas squashed a Griever whilst the Walls were changing. Now, a few people, including Gally, Minho, Thomas, Newt and I are checking out the Griever's dead body, whilst also looking around in the Maze. So far, on the walls, we've seen words scattered: Float; Catch; Bleed; Stiff; Death; and Push.
We have no idea what it means but we'll figure that out later. We arrive at the squashed Griever's body and Thomas starts poking it with a stick.
'What are you doing?' Minho and Gally ask at the same time.
'Checking...' Thomas is cautious and gently nudges the Griever with the stick.
'Um... I'm pretty sure it's dead, Tommy.' Newt and I say.
'Well, Minho and Ax know how hard it is to run in this damn Maze, and they've definitely been here longer than me. And that's a pretty shucking terrifying to experience that every day from morning to evening.'
Suddenly, the Griever's Stinger starts twitching. Since I'm at the front of the group, as Thomas is poking it with a rather long stick, I start opening my arms to push them back and I start walking backwards.
'What are you doing?' Minho asks me.
'Sh, do you see that?' I whisper very clearly and point my finger at the Grievers' Stinger.
'Shuck, what's happening?' Gally seems to panic.
'I think it's still alive... Tommy? Where exactly was it when it got crushed?'
'I was standing right where we are right now and it was about to catch me but it got caught on the wall.'
'Guys, what's that?' Minho points towards a part of the Griever.
'Um... Where?'
'You see that metal thing? That.'
'Shuck, the tail is still twitching. Anyone got a knife or anything?' Minho reaches down towards his boots and pulls out a small dagger. He hands it towards me.
'Gally, do you have anything like sticky tape?'
'Yeah, I always carry it around. It's my lucky charm.' I rip off a bit of tape, borrow the long stick from Thomas and I attach the dagger on the stick. I reach the extended pole out towards the Griever and I struggle to move it around. The boys watch and stare at me as I poke it in the eye, by accident. The Griever wakes up and jerks it's head forward, and its eye comes out. It scrambles up and runs away.
'Damn, that's nasty.'
'Hey, it dropped the metal thing.' Tommy reaches for the metal thing when Newt stops his arm.
'We don't know what it could do.' Newt is concerned.
'It might be a clue to getting out.' Newt sighs and Tommy reaches out to grab it.
'Oh God.' There's slime everywhere on the thing and none of us touch it, except for Tommy.
'Why does it say 7 on it?'
'Don't know. We should probably head back to the Glade, it's getting dark.'
'Yeah, before we're locked in again.' Thomas and Minho jerk their head towards me and glares at me.
'What?'
'Nevermind.' Minho looks away and pretends like he said nothing. We start running back to the Guild and when we arrive, everyone is at dinner.
'Nice, we made it for dinner on time.' I heavily sigh.
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I quickly eat my dinner and exit the Homestead. The Greenie is there.
'Oh, hey, Greenie.' I wave at him.
'Hey.'
'Remember your name, yet?'
'A bit. Starts with an Q.'
'Maybe your name is Q?'
'That kinda sounds dumb.'
'Ya know what? Even if you find out your real name, I'm still gonna call you Q.' I punch Q in the arm and he playfully pouts.
'Ow, you hurt me.'
'Ah, grow up, mate.'
'Hey, aren't the doors supposed to be closin'?'
'Oh, shuck.' I run back into Homestead, where everyone is eating and I get up on Minho's table, as it was the closest.
I yell out, 'Guys, the doors ain't closin'!' Murmurs spread around the room, some believing me, others don't.
'Go outside then! I swear it was supposed to close 10 minutes ago.' Everyone quickly takes their last bite of dinner and goes outside to investigate. I was right, the Doors weren't closing.
'Hey, how come?' Minho tugs at my arm and whispers in my ear. I blush at the thought of him being so close to me.
'I don't know.' Everyone freezes as we hear the petrifying scream of Grievers.
'D'you think they're gonna be in the Glade..?'
'It's not possible, is it?'
'I mean, they can climb the shucking walls, so...'
'Damn it.' The screams get closer and finally, Grievers start piling in. Some people panic whilst others take charge and hide or fight. Those who fought were stupid. I was being stupid. I fought one of the Grievers. I took a dagger from my boot and chucked it at a Griever, as it was targeting Minho.
'Hey, shuck-face! Over here!'
'Ax, no!' I run away from the Griever and climb a tree. I don't know if Grievers can climb trees, but it doesn't look like it.
Some people hide in the fields whilst some of the boys hide in the Box. I see Q running across the Glade, sliding under many Grievers and grabbing a bow and a quiver of arrows from the weapons store. He shoots arrows at Grievers, ducks and rolls. He's amazing at this.
I see Minho run into the Fields and I see a Griever take Zart away. Damn it.
Minho, Thomas and Q run into the Gathering Room and hide there. I drop down from the tree and quickly grab a hoe from the Track-Hoe's Field. I swing it at the nearest Griever I see and it drops dead. Whilst I fight two, another one grabs me from behind with its Tail and tries to sting me. I dodge as much as I can, whilst having to fight other Grievers with blood rushing through my head. I see Minho dash through the Field and he distracts the Griever. I then see Newt, Thomas and Q come out as well and distract more Grievers. They now have one Griever chasing them.
I grip the hoe and I swing it at the Griever, cutting its tail off. It howls in pain, drops me down to the grass below and runs off into the Maze. I hear Thomas yelling something out.
'Chuck! Hold on!'
'NO SHIT!' I see Thomas, Newt and Minho try to pull the chubby boy out from the Griever's grip. I run over to them and cut the Stinger off. This time, this Griever doesn't run in pain. Instead, it stays and fights, with its blunt tail. As Tommy and Newt get Chuck under cover and in safety, I'm battling this Griever. I strike it in the eye and it's furious than ever. It stings me, in my left arm and it drops me.
Minho rushes over to my body, where it looks like I'm dying in agony.
'You're alright, Ax. You're alright.' He brushes the hair off my face and looks at me.
'You're OK.' After the Grievers retreat back into the Maze, the injured were carried to the Med-Jacks. Unfortunately, now there's only one Med-Jack, as sadly, Jeff was taken by a Griever.
Not too many seriously injured people came in. Most were with ugly cuts, which Clint treated with bandages that the Creators had stocked up and sent us, when Q came up. The only people who were moderately or seriously injured were Thomas, Chuck and I.
Thomas stung himself with one of the Stingers I chopped off. Chuck still has a rough and ugly gash on his forehead and it looks like someone was gonna cut his foot off. Me on the other hand? I got stung as well, just like Tommy.
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When I wake up, I see fabulous hair right beside me. I see his hand is linked with mine, with his head down, as if he were sleeping. I faintly squeeze his hand and his head just slowly tilts up. He goes wide-eyed when he sees me awake.
'You're awake...'
'Hey, Minho.' He leans in and kisses me. I'm caught off guard and I'm stunned.
'S-Sorry.'
'N-No, i-it's OK. I liked it.' I blush immediately at the feeling of Minho's lips on mine again.
'Minho! Out! I still need to treat Thomas, Chuck and Ax! OUT!' Clint yells out behind Minho. I giggle as Minho exits the Hut.
'He really likes you, you know?'
'Well, I like him too.'
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