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((NPP))

I hear whispers in my sleep. Curled against Rhys, I keep shifting, shivering and afraid. I open my eyes, turn and smile softly, wistfully, as Rhys's boyish expression as he sleeps.
I sit up, and look around. I see Teresa, talking to Thomas and a bitter feeling wells up.

((YWWW))

((OH YAH GO AHEAD))

((OR DO U JUST WANNA START SCORCH)

((OH NP TAKE UR TIME))

((HIII RP??))

((OKKKIIII))

Thomas and I enter the office with a limp Rhys. Everything is scattered. There are multiple bodies on the floor. I can't help but gag at the stench. "Gross." I murmur.
We set Rhys down and hear a computer turn on.

"Rhys-" I kneel next to him. Snatching my bag. I rummage through it, looking for the pen.
"c'mon, c'mon- SHUCK!" I yell, slamming the bag. Rhys grunts and starts writhing. "THOMAS!" I scream for him and he immediately runs back to me and helps carry Rhys on our shoulders.
"It's a room," Thomas starts. "Everyones in and I think we're safe for a while. I found it." He takes a pen and stabs Rhys. I hear Rhys hiss in pain and then go limp. I breathe a sigh of relief.

((HAHAH IKR))

((NOOO IGNORE THE MICHAEL JACKSON PART))

((AHHHHHHHHH CAN I SEEE HEHE))

((OKAYY HAHA YEAH))

*Door through door through door* I think, exhausted. I soon here a body barreling through the 'slide' and my heart jumps a beat. "YE- Rhys?" My voice comes out small. He was stung.

((HAHAHAHAHA YES AND YESSSS))

((crap im torturing myself))

I skidded down, injuring my skin on the way, which was now raw and red. I didn't run immediately. Instead, I heard someone right behind me. But I could tell it wasn't Rhys, it was Thomas because Rhys was bigger and Thomas was lean.
I frantically yelled at Rhys and all I heard was yelling and grunting. "Shuck." I breathed as the last Glader came down. I yelled at Thomas to take the last Glader and run towards the others while I wait for Rhys.

((HAHAHAH))

We reached a corridor in the end and we all stopped abruptly. Thomas, Minho and Gears were figuring out a 'code' and suddenly the door opened, revealing a hole, where we could climb through. I shoved Chuck towards it and heard Rhys yelling at the top of his lungs as he threw his bag as a Griever.
It didn't matter. There were 3 now and they slowly advanced on us. It was absolutely horrifying and entrancing but I snapped out of it and shoved more Gladers down the hole, hoping that it led to safety. When it was my turn, I was one of the lasts. Minho had gone with Gears and it was just me, Thomas, two Gladers I didn't know the names of and Rhys.
I gripped Rhys's hand so tight, my fingers ached and I dived for the hole as one of the random Gladers shrieked; he was caught. I sobbed, "Rhys you're right behind me, right?" He grimly nodded and I slid down.