Novel & Cerita Greenies Maze Runner

POV Willow After we got outside, I hid behind a tree and undressed. I shifted quickly and ran out. There were murmurs of surprise when the others saw me but Tracy and Zack just smiled at me and held out the kids toys. Nox and I smelled them deeply and after a moment, Nox had a vision.

Our task: reach the summit before sunset while carrying supplies, signaling our progress to the observers. The maze was treacherous. Sharp rocks, sudden drops, and narrow ledges forced every step to be precise. Daren slipped once, and instinctively, I reached for him, steadying him while keeping our momentum. Liora’s eyes were fixed on a distant marker, calculating the shortest route while avoiding traps. The bond pulsed, guiding my focus, alerting me to subtle shifts in the terrain and the presence of hidden dangers.

A pair of shoes flew from inside and I gasped when it almost hit the side of my head. "Calm down, will you!?" I exclaimed. I sighed aloud when I saw that those were my Reebok Instapump Fury x Vetements Graffiti. I faced her and was shocked to see her eyes smudged with mascara while crying. "Goodness, don't cry. You look hideous." I started, frowning. I really liked the shoes she threw outside; they were like vandalized shoes but they were on fire, I swear. "You know, Mads, you could find someone better than me—"

He asked in a careful tone and that made me a little suspicious. "Why?" "Because I want you to join us for brunch tomorrow." "Brunch? Where?" "Lisa's restaurant." He said as he turned to see my mom brought 3 glasses of purple smoothies. "Why? Cody's back?" I asked because Cody, my cousin, lives in London to study and Lisa is his older sister. "No, I wanted to introduce you to my close friend, Pierce." "Uhmm okay.." I said and I turned to see my mom putting a big glass of smoothie in front of me.

Screams went up around the arena, and my heart raced as from the ground, greenery began to rise where it had just been the arena court. They rose and rose until they formed thick high walls of trees, flowers, greenery, and several things welded together. The maze. “Of course, we have a timer,” he smirked. On cue, one of the dryads cast a large ticking clock overhead made from plants. “Last to leave the maze loses, first to leave wins. LET THE CONTESTS BEGIN!”

Our eyes met as the door shut behind me. The maze of people that blocked my way earlier to reach room 3254 now were not such a hassle for me to surpass. This time around I just let them swallow me whole. As I reach the doors I can see Leah Meyers, the woman at the front desk, looking at me with the same hazed expression as earlier. I locked eyes with her for just a brief second, before I burst through the glass sliding doors as it opened. The weather is quite hot today, unusually hot. A strange ringing sound started to sound in my ears. How strange?

" I looked at the surface feeds. It was chaos. The ruined streets of D.C. were turning into a jungle. Tanks were being crushed by trees. Soldiers were being dragged into the sewers by roots. And in the center of it, marching down Pennsylvania Avenue, was the Boy. He wasn't fighting. He was walking. Every time a shell was fired at him, a wall of vines intercepted it. Every time a soldier aimed at him, a Green Child dropped from a lamppost and silenced them. He was the King on the chessboard. The Green Army was his pawns. "He's coming for the drill," I said. "Deploy the Elite Guard," I ordered. "The Peacekeepers. All of them. Hold the steps of the Citadel." "General," the Engineer interrupted.

As we ventured further into the wilderness, the scorching sun beat down on us, its relentless heat making us sweat. Aret had packed her white hair into a practical ponytail to keep cool, while Nova had plaited her hair into two braids, a sensible choice for our current situation. "Guys!" Nova suddenly pointed ahead, her finger directed at what appeared to be a greenhouse shimmering in the distance, about a mile away from us. "Looks like a greenhouse." Hope flickered in our eyes as we quickened our pace toward the structure. Greenhouses often meant a potential source of freshwater and maybe even more food. It was a rare find in the unforgiving arena of the Hunger Games.

I had no time to even process anything. Cael crouched by the central table where a rough map of standard maze layouts had been carved into wood. “Listen carefully,” he said. “The maze changes every sixty seconds. Paths close and new ones open. Somewhere inside are three crest tokens. Each token returned to center earns points. Defensive constructs guard them.” “Constructs meaning?” I asked. “Stone wolves,” Jessie said. I stared at her “Wolves?” She smiled. “Big ones.” Roran, who rarely spoke, grunted. “Hit hard too.”

"Can you actually run, or are you going to be a problem?” "I can run." "You are already limping." "I said I can run." He turned left. I ran. The maze was three floors, connected by stairwells that were not marked on any visible map, so you either found them by moving or you died waiting. The walls were concrete panels on slow hydraulic tracks, moving inward at a rate that was almost imperceptible until suddenly it was not. A corridor that was eight feet wide became six feet, then four, and if you were still in it at two feet, the sensors registered you as eliminated, and the panels completed the job.