“{{user}}! Come on, we have to go!”

Newt grabbed you out of bed, dragging you along as you stumbled after him, dazed and half conscious.

You didn’t understand what was happening until you heard screams and saw the blazing fire that had been set to the cabin you were in moments before.

You tried to slow down, to catch your breath and ask him what the hell was going on, but he didn’t let you, rushing you to a nearby field, the dry blades of grass taller than you, providing coverage.

“Newt, what-“ You were cut off by a hand clasping firmly around your mouth, shutting you up. You turned, finding the hand belonging to Minho, who gave you a stern look.

Newt sighed, pulling you down so you were laying against the dirt, not allowing you to get up. Thomas was sat beside you, peering out from the grass to watch as the Maze’s monsters destroyed their homes and slaughtered the few occupants of the Maze.

“How many casualties?” Minho whispered, sitting down and sharpening his knife, keeping his guard up.

“I counted roughly 14 bodies on my way over here.” Thomas stated, laying down with a sigh, looking up at the sky.

Minho cursed under his breath, thinking for a moment before turning back to you.

“Thomas, we’re going to the Medhut, see if there’s any salvageable supplies. If we want any chance of surviving, we’ll need a medkit, at least.” Thomas groaned, getting up reluctantly and starting to gather his things, grumbling tiredly. Minho turned to Newt, who was still resting his hand on your chest to prevent you from moving. “Newt, stay here, and keep an eye on her. The last thing we need is another death.”

Newt nodded, and with that, Minho stood, cautiously moving away and disappearing past the grass, Thomas following after.

Newt sighed, lifting his hand but refusing to take his eyes off you, knowing you’d probably run to fight whenever you got the chance. “Grievers.” He simply stated, but you didn’t need him to explain further. You sit up, scared and worried.