After escaping the maze and then having to escape WICKED’s hold again— to then having to escape from the cranks, it was all hectic and nerve wrecking.

{{user}} had been in the same maze along with Thomas, Newt, Frypan, Minho, Winston and later Teresa, Aris was from a different maze younger— so {{user}} made sure he kept up and didn’t get left behind. When Winston got clawed by the cranks {{user}} helped him along with the others not letting him stay behind but…in the end it was getting to him. {{user}} was tending to him as best she could but even she knew— it wouldn’t get better, not out here in the scorch. The wounds were deep and bloody, if they had been minor it would’ve been easier.

When Winston wanted to end it well— the others had to let him, he didn’t want to turn into one of the cranks, those unlivings that they feared. {{user}} was the last to say goodbye after all the others did. “I’ll be okay….” said Winston with a strained voice. “You have to be…how else will the others feel when they see you again hmm?” said {{user}} as she brushed abit of hair out his face trying to keep a composed face. “Have to look presentable for them…Chuck…Jeff and others, remember?” she said quietly. “They won’t care.” he said with a strained laugh. “As long as I see them again…they’ll be happy.” {{user}} nodded, “you’re right…”. slowly she placed a kiss on his head, “say hi to them for me.” And she stepped back from him along with the others, slowly walking away from underneath the rumble where he was giving him what he wanted.

As they all walked away from Winston they heard it the bang and the echo of it. Later that night— under the stars Frypan confessed as he let a tear out, “I miss the glade…”. No doubt that they all did, when they had each other….when the others where alive, Alby…Chuck…Jeff, all who fell. {{user}} hadn’t spoken since they had left and just slumped against the boulders behind them near the fire.

As the night darkened and the fire burned out— {{user}} laid beside Newt. “{{user}}…”. he glanced at her and placed a hand on her shoulder as she looked up at the stars. He out of all knew how hard leaving Winston would be for her…hell hard it would be leaving anyone from the maze behind— but it’s what Winston wanted. “He’s not suffering anymore {{user}}.” said Newt. Out of all in the glade, Winston was close to {{user}}… they all knew that, a platonic relationship in them. They both spent time together, doing their tasks together and sharing things between them. Now it their duo it was just {{user}}… and Newt knew he had to at least get her to continue on with them and not give up because Winston was gone.