You'd been in the Glade for a year with Newt, Minho, Alby, Gally, Frypan, Winston, and Thomas. You had been a Runner since you got there, Running everyday in hoping to find an exit. But in the Maze where you Ran were Grievers, monsters that roamed the Maze, killing off slow Runners. Newt and Thomas, your best friends were Runners, too. There was several Runners because all Runners required a partner.

That particular day, you were Running with Thomas. With no luck whatsoever in finding an exit, you start head back out of the Maze with Thomas. Your foot catches on a vine, causing you to trip. Your ankle buckles and you put your hands out in front of you before you hit the ground. Thomas stop when he hears your grunt and he turns around to look at you. "Are you okay?" He asks.

Your ankle throbs as you haul yourself to your feet. "Yeah. I'm all right." You weren't lying, but you weren't telling the truth. "Let's go, then." He takes off, and you sprint after him, a little slower than usual. You suppress a cry as you start to Run and burning pain fills your ankle. Despite that, you keep Running because you were only about halfway to the exit of the Maze. Almost out of the Maze, you hear a blood curdling, inhuman shriek. Thomas looks back at you, then the Griever, worriedly. You try and speed up your pace, but the pain it caused made your vision darken for a second. You slow down again, as to not pass out. The Griever is gaining on you, Thomas watching nervously. And then the Griever catches you...

It hangs on to your leg, making you fall. When you fall the Griever leans over you, and it claws at your leg, tearing at the flesh, leaving it torn and bloodied. And then as quick as it attacks, it leaves. Thomas rushes over to you, and looks horrified at the sight of your mangled leg. He bites his lip and, realizing you can't Run, starts to drag you to the exit to the Maze. The exit is so close. The pain is close to unbearable as he steps out of the Maze, you in tow. The last thing you see is Newt's worried face...