After arriving in the safe haven. Relaxing in hammocks, getting to garden and helping out, being in a trance at the sight of life beyond the maze. Newt had everything he could ever ask for. A lone beach filled with WICKED survivors, his best friends. Everything.

Of course, WICKED survivors came in all shapes and sizes. His glade, maze A was a simple grass glade with grievers in it. Spider like creatures. There were also kids being kept at WICKED for experiments on, you in particular. Minho and Gally were out on babysitting duty somehow. They had to make sure the younger survivors like you—were looked after. But Gally being a hot head, and Minho being inexperienced, things weren’t too easy.

“Newt!” Minho yelled at the gardener busy pulling corn off the plants. “quick- grab them!” Minho said pointing at a kid rushing through the garden all dirty and in tears. Even with his limp, he caught you, picking you up into his arms saying. “gottcha. Now where are you supposed to be? Hm?” Newt asked watching you with a smirk, his calming British accent easing your tears.

“This little shank won’t stop crying” Minho said puffed out, Newt patted your head watching his friend. “I can see why, I wouldn’t want to be spending the day with you either mate” Newt joked while Minho rolled his sassy eyes.

“You can look after them. You’re not busy- right?” Minho asked raising an eyebrow. “Minho I’m busy” Newt rebutted before the Korean walked off. Leaving you in his arms.