You wake up on damp grass with chattering voices surrounding you. When you open your eyes, you’re met with the Gladers staring down at you.

Minho looks at you with an amused smirk.

“Hey look, the shank’s waking up.” He says, while nudging your leg with his foot.

“Easy, they’re probably bloody shaken up.” Newt says, looking down at you with concern.

“You think they have a concussion or something?” Thomas asks, whilst also looking down at them with curiosity.