Thomas woke up to the sound of… to no sound actually. There was silence. Only silence. He opened his eyes and he saw green. Grass. He was lying on the ground and the place was barely lit. It was almost night time. Wherever he was, the sunset must be taking over the sky by now. He looked up. The walls of the maze surrounded him. What had happened? Was he still on the maze? It didn't take long for the dots to start connecting in his head. Night time + Maze = danger. Everything else seemed non important at the moment. He put himself up and started running somewhere. He needed to get back to the glade before the walls closed. He could wonder about what happened later on. If he only knew which direction was the glade located. Taking one road could be as valid as any other, but he needed to get there somehow if he didn't want to die. Or at least that's what he thought would happen. Where were the others anyway? How come he was alone in the maze? It was disconcerting, and eerie. He started running the first road he saw. Probably out of fear, probably out of desperation. But also probably out of knowing it was his best bet so far. He couldn't just stand there doing nothing. Apparently he would die anyway.
By the third road he turned towards he was giving up. Was he supposed to think things through? What was there to think? He was alone in the maze at sunset, and he already knew what would happen at seven. His only option was to try and find the glade before that time. Thinking through or giving up was not an option. He already had some answers. He started running again.
He turned left next, but accidentally bumped with somebody. He ricocheted to the ground, and felt on his back. A blond tall figure was standing in front of him. He had calculative eyes, and something in them expressed he wasn't in the mood of being nice. It was Newt. Probably as worried and disconcerted as Thomas was.
"Watch it greenie!" he scolded him. "I don't want you running like that towards grievers if they actually appear at some point"
All the questions Thomas had somehow collided with each other in his mouth, as they all tried to get out at the same time "Do you know what –? Grievers -? Where are the others? The glade? –" was all he managed to say before Newt cut him off.
"There is no glade greenie" he said sourly. "I already looked everywhere" that last part was almost a whisper. A tired one.
"The others?" Thomas asked. But Newt kept silent, as pondering whether to answer or not. "Come on" he finally said. "I don't know where they are. I don't know much more about what is happening than you do"
"Which is nothing" Thomas added.
"Yeah." He said "Which is nothing"