by Steve Jones » Tue Feb 12, 2013 4:39 pm
Sometime after the disastrous breakfast, Steve awoke in his hiding place in one of the maze's many dead ends. Upon running there he had cried himself to sleep. Even now he felt weak, helpless, and scared.
I'd be better off if they had... at least then I wouldn't be a freak anymore.
Tears threatened to flow again and he tried to hold them back.