I forgot to put the disclaimer last time but, obviously, I'm not James Dashner

Minho POV :

The door's are opening as I get ready to dash through them as soon there's enough space. I pass the doors and set of at a pace I can keep up all day. About two kilometres into the maze, I turn a corner and stop dead in my tracks. Grievers. I almost bolt before I realize these ones are all dead. I move slowly forward, taking in the scene. There are three of them and they all seem to have been torn to bits and are oozing green stuff. i inch closer, only to notice a small black figure the middle of the three grievers. I step over a mechanical leg, praying that these things are really dead. I realize that the figure in the middle is a human body. 'Oh man, I hope it's not a corpse'.

The person's black cloths are torn at the back and I can see an elegant tattoo of bird wings covering the skin. I kneel down and roll the body onto it's back. 'A girl?' Her black hair is matted with dirt and griever blood, I push it out of her face. She is absolutely covered in griever blood, mostly around her mouth. 'Strange. Why is that?' Her breathing is soft and slow, I put my fingers to her neck, her pulse is faint but steady. She doesn't seem the have any serious wounds.

I gently pick her up and start back towards the glade, making careful note of the root. Alby'll want to see this.

Lilita POV :

My head feels like someone took a sledgehammer to it. I'm not in the maze anymore, the smells aren't right : wood, grass, earth, animals, smoke. Humans. I can hear shouting, banging, swearing, etc. I open my eyes and look around. I'm on a small cot, in some sort of sick bay. I jump up and stare out the window. Outside is...(you know what the Glade looks like. sorry, lazy).

I hear voices approaching the door. "I'm telling you we need to send her back into the maze." "Slim it Gally, it's already been decided. We treat her like a regular greenie." "She's not a regular greenie, the creators put her in the maze, probably to die." "Enough Gally, go do your job."

The door opens and three boys walk in. The first is tall, with close croped hair and dark skin, the second has blond hair and a square jaw and the third has wonderfully sticky up hair and looks Asian. (crap descriptions, sorry) They are surprised to see me up. My body tenses and I backup to the window, ready for flight or fight. A low growl resonates in my chest and I slightly bare my teeth.

"Easy there girly. Ain't no one gonna hurt you. My name's Alby, these shanks are Newt and Minho. We want to ask you some questions."

I remain silent, staring at him, waiting for him to get on with it. They all seem rather disturbed by me. After a short explanation, they ask they're questions but all they receive are one worders, yes, no or silence. They leave, frustrated. A small smile creeps onto my face at my small victory. I lay down on the cot, listening to the sounds of the Glade. It's to loud, I'll never be able to sleep here. Despite the grievers, I want to go back into the maze. I suddenly get really fed up, so I get up and jump out the window, landing nicely. I run to the woods I saw earlier.

Sorry about this, I'm a slow writer and often restart things due to my lack of organisation. I'll try not to do it often.