1,102nd day in the Maze.

After three years of long and painful recovery, Newt could finally run again. His leg healed, leaving him with little to no pain and a badass scar.

Minho, Thomas, Alby and Newt set off into the Maze early in the morning. Even before the sun rays hit the Glade. Thomas was still relatively new, but fast. Their task for today was to show him around the Maze so he'd at least have some knowledge in helping Minho.

Lefts and rights stuck to Newt's memory. He was still trying to remember everything he knew when he used to be Runner too.

Bang. He ran headfirst into someone else.

"Ow!" He faceplanted into the floor.

"Asshole!" A severly high voice rang through the stone walls of the maze. That wasn't-

A girl. Three of them actually. They all looked just as dumbfounded as they did.

"What the-" Thomas and the fattest of the girl group said in unison.

"Who are you. Where did you come from." Minho instinctively stepped in front on the boys.

"I'm {{user}}. From the Glade..?" The girl Newt ran into responded from the floor, holding her shoulder in pain.

"Not from ours you didn't." Minho said.

"What?" Her brows furrowed.

"What?" Alby said.

"Your...Glade?" She shook her head, "What?"

"Yeah.. the one full of guys. Just guys." Minho responded, confused.

"Well.. we have a Glade of girls. Just girls." {{user}} responded, standing up and cracking her knuckles.

"What..?" Newt was in disbelief.