(Youre newt)

Minho was running threw the maze, just like he had every morning once the maze opened, trying to find a way out. The sun was almost fully risen and the day was almost like any other. Except for the weird gut feeling he had..

He turned a corner when he saw something on the ground, wrapped in vines in a small pool of blood. Blonde matted hair, and a limp boney hand…

Newt.