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Aryn sometimes liked to think of herself as an early riser, but then she'd be lying to herself. She wasn't in her normal cheery mode, as she was forced to get up way too early in her standards.
She was in a particularly strange dream. Walking through a darkly lit room, with cylindrical tanks lining the room in rows for as far as she could see. She walked up to one, lightly brushing her fingers across the surface, it was cool to the touch, and the water bubbled ever so often. She looked up at her face reflecting through the glass, but it was blurred and contorted, she took a hesitant step back, but before she could comprehend any aspect she was roughly shoved in her hammock, jolting her awake.
She just managed to let out a small, "Hmm?" as she shifted in her hammock to face fiery Carrie, who already looked up and ready to go. "It's Lot, he called a meeting" She said before she hurried off.
She let out a small noise of irritation as she watched Carrie run off, leaving her in her hammock. She was confused on why he had called a meeting, but trusted him none the less, so she pushed herself up. She slowly got up, slipping on her worn brown boots, and stretched her back, popping with a quiet, satisfying click. She ran her fingers through her hair a bit, the mass of strawberry colored straw pieces falling in unruly waves across her shoulders.
As she began her trek to the Meeting building, she noticed a couple of the early risers up and kicking, some of them off to eat breakfast. She offered a small wave to Maeve and Greenie, as she passed them but they were too busy talking. She didn't expect a wave back but it was the least she could do, Maeve had not taken a liking to her. She didn't really know why exactly but the girl just flat out despised her. She didn't let it try to bother her too much, but it still made it quite awkward when Lot tried to talk to her and Maeve was always close behind.
Her thoughts were quickly dismissed as she neared the Meeting she could tell something wasn't right, all around her Keepers were fuming, some looked almost disappointed. She searched through all of them till her eyes fell on Lot, he looked quite tense maybe a bit stressed, and she gave him almost a quizzical look. What could he have said to get everyone this riled up? “Listen, something is happening out there. We found Hector’s body ripped to shreds in the woods. He got attacked by a griever. We need to figure out what’s going on in the maze.” The words were like a bullet through Aryn, A griever attack during the day? That was unusual, unheard of.
"Assuming we exercise our best tactics and plan wisely, it could be effective. No one is suggesting this is rushed or unplanned. We'll of course do everything we can to minimize the risks and plan accordingly but I don't think it's an idea to completely cast aside." Aryn still couldn't process what both of the Leaders where trying to say, send a group out? At Night? Only a couple had survived the Maze at night, and after Hector they couldn't lose anyone else. She could see the same thoughts across Kane's, Keeper of the Runners, face, and before she could comprehend he was storming out of the building heading towards the maze.
From a Medjack point of view this was a nightmare, how many half dead bodies were they going to drag back, that she couldn't even save? She had to find Ashley, she always had a good opinion on everything and this was something that Aryn needed a second opinion on. She slipped quietly out of the building, she didn't want to risk anyone asking for her opinion, she believed she didn't even have one yet.
She made her way into the Medjack building, and finally let out a breath she had been holding in when she saw Ashley attended to one of the younger Gladers. "Ashley, they found Hector dead, Griever, they're thinking about sending a group into the Maze, at night". The words tumbled out abrupt and jumbled, but she didn't know how else to lay down the big news.