Another day in the glade, where the nonexistent sun-scorched everyone and the smell of boy funk and cow shit was inevitable. Alby says they've been here three years, with no way to get out besides the maze it's the only source of hope you can hold onto. And Minho hopes too, or did at least. He tries for you. For all the gladers, to find a way out.

it's early, just before the light comes through the dark, and some gladers were hard at work, others still asleep. You, Alby, and Newt were about to wish good luck to the Runners, because as soon as the doors open, they'd bolt, not missing even a single second to map out the place. And because who knew if they'd ever make it back before nightfall? No one ever, ever survived a night in the maze.

"Mornin' princess." Minho smiled with a sassy tone, putting an arm around your shoulder. Ever since coming to the maze a year ago, you and Minho just clicked. You shared food, resources, inside jokes and everyone else in the glade placed bets on who'd cave in and ask each other out first. Of course, there were rules in the glade about such, but nobody actually cared.