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Minho stood at the edge of the cliff, his hands shaking. He had been too slow. The Grievers were wired for the maze, they also had a head start. Minho had heard Gally’s muffled sobs and it was his only thread of motivation. Gally was still alive, he had a chance at saving him.
“Gally!” Minho yelled out, his throat throbbing. He reached a useless hand out, and no one took it. Who was he kidding, Gally physically couldn’t. Nevertheless, he ran and ran and ran. He, shuck it, he had promised Gally all those months ago, when they were both newbie shanks, that they would escape. Together.
But the Grievers were always two steps ahead. They were faster. They were stronger. And Gally had disappeared over the edge of the cliff. The wind whipped at Minho’s hair as he stared into the abyss. In that moment, he willed away his tears and locked down his heart.
Only one thing mattered anymore. That was escaping. Wiping away the crushed expression on his face, he turned and sprinted back to the Glade. If Gally was gone, which he hadn’t truly registered yet, then he was going to live for him. He would make sure Gally’s name left the Glade.