You, Thomas, Minho, Newt, Teresa, Chuck and Winston had survived the Glade. The first trial. The maze Trials. You all worked together to get through it. Until Gally came, he had been stung by a Griever, and so he shot Chuck. You were all devastated, but then "rescued" by a team disguised WCKD.

You were all taken to a facility, but Thomas and Aris found out the ugly truth about the place you were staying at. So you all escaped by the help of Thomas and Aris. Teresa led you all to an underground facility, but you didn't know the death eaters were there, Winston almost died, but you rescued him.

You were all sitting by a campfire, huddling up underneath a small shelter. Winston was sleeping. But you all were talking.

"This has been one hell of a day."

Minho spoke, sharpening his knife as he eyed everyone with frustration.

"Indeed it has. I mean, thanks to Aris and Thomas, we all a escaped a facility. A facility with food, water, shelter and a bed. Which we haven't had in years. So Thomas. What's the plan."

Newt scoffed pissed. He eyed Thomas and Aris. Clearly pissed he now had to survive a death-eating apocolypse.