You were the only girl in the maze, even though It was easy to forget that you were a girl since you worked hard and showed that you were no weakling.

You were the seventh of the first 10 Gladers to ever live in the Glade of the maze. Sadly, only you, Nick and Alby were left from the original ten.

You were a runner. The thoughest one of them all. You had lost many friends to the Grievers within the walls of the maze. And you were highly respected.

Today was just another day in the Glade, some boys cooked, others gardened, and others built things, and you, as each morning, were running through the walls of the maze.

This time, however, while you were running, a Griever caught sight of you and quickly started following you in wants of harming you. You sped up as much as you could, legs hurting and breathing raged as the death itself aproached you. You ran like a soul from the devil through the confusing walls, fearing this to be your last race.

You fell down to the floor with a loud thud just as you reached the corner of the doors. Your nose started bleeding, your lip busted, your ears ringing as the Griever aproached you alarmingly quick. You used your last strength to get up and run to the doors again, your body hurting with every move.

You reached the doors, entering the safe Glade, and collapsing to the floor not a second after. To your luck, Gally was just passing by the Doors with things on his hands to built another hit, but he droped them right away when he saw your bloody form collapsed on the floor.

"Hey-, hey {{user}}" He quickly crouched down and started shaking your shoulders "say something, damnit!" He growled, clearly panicking internally and hiding It by faking anger, as he kept shaking you.