A/N: Hey guys. I just found out that my cousin is pregnant and she is such a big maze runner fan, so I decided to write this for her.

Important Note! PLEASE READ!: Instead of having the older characters like Alby, Minho, Newt, Thomas, and Gally, etc, be 14 or 15 like in the books or even the movies they're gonna be 17 or 18 so that way the events of this story are not as creepy. Instead Chuck is going to be the youngest glader at the age of 15 instead of 13. Also they sent 15 boys at first then one every month after.

Newt's P.O.V.

"Hey Newt." My best friend Minho says as he runs up to me with a water bottle in his hand. "Any news on the lastest greenie's arrival. Poor sucker should have been here two days ago. After eight months of being in here, do you think that this all we'll have here?" Minho asks as he sits on the log and chugs his water.

"You know that you're the only one who calls the newbies a greenies and I'm almost positive that it won't catch on." I say as I wipe the sweat from my forehead. "But to answer your other question, I don't know."

"Hey guys." Our leader Alby greets us as he strolls over by us. "How was the Maze, Minho? Find anything?" This is the routine. Minho comes and bugs me while I work, then Alby finds him and questions him about his run for the day.

"If I did, believe me boss, I would tell ya." Minho smirks. Alby rolls his eyes and runs a hand over the top of his head.

"I'm starting to think that we'll never get out of here." Recently I've been having that same feeling.

"Now Alby, stay positive." Minho says like a mother would say to a child. I'm surprised that Alby just lets Minho publicly undermine him as much as he does.

"I would be positive if there was any sign of an escape for us."

"There's gotta be something out there. We just haven't found it yet. We gotta keep looking." I try to be optimistic but it isn't really working. Both Minho and Alby look at me like I'm going out of my bloody mind.

"Or…" Minho says as he rolls his eyes at me which resulted in him get a pebble thrown at his head.

"Just because you can talk like that to Alby, doesn't mean you can talk like that to me." I say as I put down the shovel I had and sit down next to Minho.

"Alby doesn't mind, do ya Alby?" Minho asks as he looks up at Alby. I look to see that Alby isn't paying attention to what we are saying at all. Instead he looks like he's lost in his own world of thought and what's thinking about looks painful.

"What was that?" Alby asks, completely checked out.

"Never mind." Minho says.

"You sure you're alright, Alby?" I ask in concern. He's been like this before but it's never been this bad and he's never been this out of it.

"Yeah. I'm just tired." Alby says as he runs his hands over his face.

"Alby, why don't you got relax for a little while. I'll make sure things don't implode around here while you're gone."

"Thanks man." Alby pats me on the shoulder and retreats to the homestead.

"That dude takes things far to serious." Minho says with a smirk on his face.

"If you were running this place, you would be the same way." I say as I pick up my shovel and start work again, then realization hits. "Actually, if you were running this place it would have burned to the ground a long time ago." I duck as a large stick is thrown at my head. "You and I both know it's true." I say as I straighten up and laugh. Minho opens his mouth, probably to say some smart-ass remark, but he's cut off but the sound of the alarm as it rings out across the Glade.

"FINALLY!" Minho jumps up and races toward the box.

"Wait for me." I chase after him. We stand by the doors of the box and wait for the newest kid to arrive. While we are waiting, others come join us and they all start to talk with each other.

"How scared do you think this kid'll be?" Wilson asks James.

"I think he'll klunk his pants at least twice before we even get him out of the box." Hearing that causes some of the other guys to laugh and chuckle. Finally the box comes to stop and the top opens.

"Who gets the pleasure this time?" Minho yells at the boys.

"Newt!" Every single glader present yells in unison. Sometimes I hate being the official fall guy. I roll my eyes and jump into the box, but what I find isn't a terrified teenage boy. It's a baby. A sleeping baby in a basket.

"Someone might wanna get down here." I yell up to the incompetent boys above me. I feel the cage rattle as someone jumps into the box.

"Woah. That's new." Minho. The one person who would not be helpful in a situation like this. "What are we going to do with it?"

"It? Minho, it's a baby not a thing." I snap at him. He takes a step back and throws his hands up in surrender.

"Sorry, but I don't know if it's a girl or boy."

"I think it's a boy. Blue blanket." I point to the blanket that the baby is wrapped in. Then I notice that there is a note. I quietly lean down and grab the note.

'This is Isaac. Protect and care for him and be prepared. Someone else is coming.'

"What the hell does that mean?" Minho asks. He read the damn thing over my shoulder.

"I don't know, but we have to take care of him." I say as I look at the baby. I smile at how small he is. Why am I feeling like this?

"Dude, it's a baby and everyone here is a dude. I don't think it's an ideal situation." Minho says as he takes a tiny step toward the child.

"Well it's what we've got." Suddenly a small sounds comes from the basket. Both Minho and I look to see the baby is awake and yawning. I look at Minho then I go over to the child and carefully lift the baby into my arms. Isaac makes a small sound and smiles at me. "Welcome to the Glade, Isaac."