"HELP ME FIRE FIRE FIRE!" The girl came barrelling out of the maze and into the Glade screaming.
Gladers ran to her from all over, eventually she caught her foot and fell, as she fell she screamed out, loudly.
Once she stops rolling over she leaps to her feet, when she realises she's surrounded by males she removes one of the stiletto heels she's wearing, holds it by the base - so the heel can be used as a weapon and gets into a fighting stance.
She glances around herself nervously, panting she finally looks around herself instead of at the faces, her jaw drops.
"What... This makes no sense..." She lowers the shoe a little, enough for a skinny ginger boy to grab her by the shoulders and look into her eyes.
"Where's the fire?"
At this she closes her mouth and looks a little guilty, "there isn't..." She continues glancing around her, in complete disbelief, "I was told... Told that if you're being attacked... Those men, there were men - lots of them - chasing me I..."
"Focus. Tell me what's happening." The boy looks a little frustrated now but she just can't believe what's happening - they must have slipped something powerful in her drink.
"If you're being attacked you should yell fire, not that someone's attacking you. People are more likely to help you if they think they're not going to get hurt... Where am I?"
The boy looks deep in thought so another steps forward, hand outstretched.
"I'm Alby. Welcome to the Glade."