You had just been with Jeff in the med- hut for a while. You had been so engrossed in conversation with him and helping chuck with his twisted angle that you hadn't even took notice of the commotion outside.

That's was until Newt came running in.

His British accent glimmering with panic as he held a stick on fire as a torch in one hand and his machete in the other.

"The doors. The maze doors aren't closing." He quickly said.

"What?!" You replied with, rushing outside of the hut.