𝟷𝟹 - 𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚍

                                    

                                          
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It was 6 am, and the sun rose, casting a soft glow upon the Glade. I stood by the door, having packed everything: a knife, a water bottle, a pencil, and a piece of paper from the Map Room, all in a small knapsack I found in the Runners' bunks. The map was in my pocket for easy access.
By 'found,' I meant stole.
The ground rumbled under my feet as the door opened. My head snapped toward the bunkers, fearing they might wake up. But they were used to it by now, so they remained asleep.
I checked once more to see if anyone was awake, then slipped into the maze as soon as the gap between the doors was wide enough.
Was this a good idea? Am I being too impulsive?
Of course it is, and no, I'm not. No turning back now.
I set an alarm on my watch for 3:40 pm, giving myself over two hours to run back to the Glade.
Taking a deep breath, I pulled out the map and studied it—or rather, I memorized it—before beginning my journey through the maze.
The map indicated that I needed to make a few turns first. From there, the paths would lead to several other routes. There were paths and sections that were crossed out on the map. I assumed those were where they couldn't find the dead Griever, or it were dead ends. 
Some routes further away remained uncrossed. I decided to head to the nearest of these, labeled 'Section 13'.
I felt confident, even if I wasn't entirely prepared. Being fast, having good stamina, and agility helped. Plus, my photographic memory made it easier to memorize the paths I took.
It didn't matter if I didn't fully understand what I was doing. At least I was trying something different. I can't quit without even trying. Besides, Grievers only appear at night, so I'd just head back to the Glade early.
What's the worst thing that can happen– wait let me rephrase it. Nothing is gonna happen, aside from me successfully finding the dead Griever.
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I took a break for a minute and drank some of my water. It was 10 am and I was almost at Section 13, so while I was resting, I drew the paths I took leading to other ways, just in case this will be needed as a future reference. I also signed it with my name in case someone will bitch around and take credit for this.
I'm petty like that.
I continued through, the vines getting thicker as I went deeper into the maze. But at the same time, my mind is getting foggy again with the recent events.
Minho events. 
Even though I wanted to bang my head on the concrete to forget, I doubted I'd ever get it out of my mind. It wasn't just stuck there—it had pierced my heart.
I tried to get my mind off of him and distracted myself with where I was. Some walls didn't look the same as the ones back in the Glade, and they didn't look like concrete, but I ignored them for now because I already planned to go to Section 13. 
Some paths were hard to navigate, blocked by thick vines. Others were narrow, with many twists and turns. Thankfully, I wasn't claustrophobic.
Being alone certainly felt nice. The silence was almost deafening, broken only by the soft shuffle of my footsteps and the occasional scrape of shifting maze walls.
It definitely gave me comfort for some reason, and the chilly air clung to the concrete ground and walls, making my surroundings even more cold. There was something about a freezing climate that comforted me, numbing me.