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The Maze Runner – Short on Supplies

It's been two years since I've arrived. The guys have been cool with me being a girl amongst guys, A LOT of guys. To be honest it kinda feels as if I suddenly have a lot of adopted brothers. They can be slintheads from time to time, but we're family.
A crazy and ever growing family.
We expand every month when The Box comes up and our "creator" sends up a new greenie. They all became quickly accustomed to life here in the Glade.
About six months ago they send up a boy named Evan. He became a problem to our stocks, not that the boys know of.
Evan has an eating problem, he is never really full. I have caught him a few times at night eating away a lot of food that was send up for that month.
Ever since I caught him in our food storage four months ago, I've been checking out our inventory every night and every month it is the same. We are short on food every month, so without the boys knowing I ate less every night then I normally would.
I became skinnier by the month and having a job as a runner means big trouble.
Today I would be running the maze with Minho. We decided that we needed to run together once every two weeks. After waking up in homestead I ran to the map room for my bag.
Minho and I agreed to meet up at the doors five minutes before the doors opened for the day.

"Morning shank." I greeted Minho.
"Hello butterfly." Minho started to laugh.
"Butterfly? Really?" Raising one eyebrow sceptically, Minho started to laugh more.
"Okay, we're…going to…run section 3 today." Minho instructed while laughing a bit here and there.
"Good that." I reply.
Just then the maze doors opened with a loud grinding noise. We looked at each other and with a nod started running.

After running for a good three hours or so straight I started to feel light headed and dizzy. Not wanting to worry Minho I kept on running, but after a few minutes I started to fall behind.
"Minho. Hold up. I can't go any further." I say out of breath.
Putting my hands on my knees I leaned against the wall. Minho stopped and came standing before me.
"You okay?" He asks.
"Yeah, just need to catch my breath." I played it off.
Minho nodded, turned his head and stiffed.
"Alyssa, we need to run. Like right know." He says with an urgent tone in his voice.
I looked up and froze. There was a Griever down the ally, luckily it hadn't noticed us yet. With Minho's hand on my upper arm he pushed me behind him. The both of us taking slow steps backwards until the Griever snapped it's ugly head in our direction.
"Run!" Minho yelled and pushed me forward.
We started running but after a few minutes I made a fatal mistake.
I looked back.
If I wouldn't have looked back, I would have seen the gap of the Cliff a few metres in front of me. Minho leapt without any problems over the Cliff, but with me running a bit slower I didn't.
I just barely could grab the ledge with both hands and I was slipping.
Minho dived to grab my hands but before he could get a good grip, my hands slipped.
And then all I remember was darkness and Minho's horrified face.

…

Pain. Everywhere. My ribs, my back, my head and my left hand.
What's going on? I feel that I lay on a soft underground, probably a cot. Slowly but surely my hearing comes back to me too.
"Why is she so thin?!" A voice shouts.
"Calm down." Another voice says.
"No Newt! Don't tell me to calm down! Why is she so shucking thin?" The first voice says again.
"You won't help her by yelling at everyone, Thomas. We are all just as worried as you are. But we got to have patience." The voice, Newt, says.
Suddenly my head started pounding more than before, making me moan in pain.
"Al?" Thomas asks at the same time Newt says, "Ally?"
The cot dips in on both my sides. I open my eyes to see the two hovering and worried faces of Thomas and Newt.
"What happened?" I croak. My throat feeling dry, making talking a bit hard.
"You took quite a nasty fall, Alyssa. You've been out for two days." Jeff speaks up from the corner of the room.
Newt and Thomas help me in a sitting position on the cot. Once I sit up Newt handed me a glass of water. I also notice that the pain in my ribs feel more like a throbbing pain than a sharp pain. Looking down I notice that my ribs have been bandaged.
"Love, how come you're so thin?" Newt asks worriedly.
"Does Frypan something extra in your food?" Thomas tries to joke.
This question makes Newt and Jeff raise an eyebrow.
"Really, Thomas, really? That's a really lame joke. You know what? Why don't you go get some food at Homestead." Newt ordered.
Reluctantly Thomas left the room.
"Now tell me, Alyssa. How come you're so bloody thin?" Newt looked at me seriously.
Knowing there was no escaping this I mumbled: "There is a shortage of food."
"Impossible. There is always enough." Newt protests.
"Yes, because I eat less than I normally would and sometimes even skip dinner!" I started to get annoyed.
"Why?!" He asks.
"Because Evan snacks at night! Get it through your thick skull, you slinthead!" I grumbled.
"Jeff, can you get some broth from Frypan, please?" Newt looks at Jeff, who nods and leaves.
"Don't worry, Love. You'll be better in no time." He softly kisses the crown of my head.
Smiling I close my eyes, feeling fatigue falling over my body. As I slowly fall back asleep I feel Newt laying me down again and tuck me in with a blanket.
Before letting the thick, dark blanket of sleep fully in, I could only think of how lucky I am to have such great adopted brothers here in the Glade.