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A thick silence followed the thunderous rumble of the Door closing, and a veil of darkness seemed to cover the sky, as if even the sun had been frightened away by what lurked in the Maze. Twilight had fallen, and the mammoth walls looked like enormous tombstones in a weed-infested cemetery for giants. Allie was still looking at Thomas who, by some miracle, made it thru before the Doors slammed shut. Alby still unconscious layed beside her, and Minho... He stared wide-eyed on the ground underneath his hands, disbelieve, shock and fear clear on his face. Minho had pulled himself up with a sharp cry from Alby, and was standing once again, but he looked terrible, even in the pale light still available. Sweaty, dirty, scratched-up. Alby, on the ground, looked worse, his clothes ripped, his arms covered with cuts and bruises. He looked on the edge of death. His usually dark skin was losing color fast, and his breaths were quick and shallow. It was the first time Allie really looked at thim. What happened? Was he attacked by a Griever?
"Greenie," Minho said, bringing Allie's gaze away from Alby "if you think that was brave comin' out here, listen up. You're the shuckiest shuck-faced shuck there ever was. You're as good as dead, just like us."
Thomases face heated up. "I couldn't just sit there and leave you guys out here."
"And what good are you with us?" Minho rolled his eyes. "Whatever, dude. Break the Number One Rule, kill yourself, whatever."
"You're welcome. I was just trying to help. And if you haven't noticed, Allie is here too. She broke her own rule!"
Minho forced a bitter laugh, then knelt back on the ground beside Alby. "You really shouldn't have done this Tommy." Allie said. "And for your information, I made the rule, but I never swore on it." she then turned to Alby and asked Minho, "What happened?"
"Don't wanna talk about it," Minho said as Allie checked Alby's pulse and bent over to listen to his chest. "Let's just say the Grievers can play dead really well."
Thomas came closer to the trio, "So he was... bitten? Stung, whatever? Is he going through the Changing?" surprise clear in his voice.
"You've got a lot to learn." was all Minho would say.
"Is he going to die?" he forced himself to say, cringing at how shallow and empty it sounded.
"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. Course, we'll be dead, too, so don't get all weepy for him. Yep, we'll all be nice and dead soon." he said it so matter-of-factly, Allie couldn't process the meaning of his words. Alby is her oldest friend; this couldn't be happening.
Thomas turned to Allie seeing as Minho was hopeless right now. "We're really going to die?"
That seemed to wake Allie up, and as if Thomas just the big red button her whole dementor changed. "No." she said it so definitely, Thomas was almost convinced, but Minho certainly wasn't.
