It was a usual run through the maze, another endless day. Minho and Thomas sprinted through the unwelcoming dystopian walls, hearing foot steps which weren’t theirs. Did someone else enter? Impossible—Gally would have lost his mind. Was it a Greiver? No grievers sounded like that though.

“Is that a human?” Thomas asked. “I think so- this way” Minho said as they sped up searching for the noise. “what if it’s not?” Thomas said, making them both take out their blunt knives—like it could actually hurt a greiver. “There.”

They turned a sharp corner, Minho crashing into you. He fell ontop of you, Thomas almost sliding into the wall. “ow what the shuck!? Who are you?!” Minho said, sitting on top of you, his knife to your face. You weren’t a Glader, nor a boy. A girl. In this maze? Were you a stupid, lost idiot? How did you even get here?

“What the shuck-“ Thomas said panting. “who’s this greenie? I didn’t even know girls could be in the Glade.” “They can’t” Minho replied, locking eyes with you. He’d show no mercy, he wasn’t scared of some girl.