Another guy with dark hair and tan skin reached over the edge to grab my left hand and help me out while Alby helped keep me falling from below. As I steadied myself I looked around at the 20-some-odd faces all looking at me.

"I'm Winston." He smiled then backed away as Alby and Newt climbed out.

"Same rules applies to this one!" Alby yelled menacingly at the other gladers.

"Let's walk and talk to the hut so you can get washed up and bandaged." Newt suggested, leading the way. The crowd parted ways for us to pass. I took a step and a wave of pain went through my body making my knees buckle and I fell over. Alby walked over and picked my up gingerly.

"That's ok, I've gotcha." He adjusts his grip on me and looked to the others. "Well? What are ya'll shuck faces looking at? Get back to work!" He smirked at me before heading to the hut with Newt. "We can talk after you've washed and bandage."

"Thomas, Chuck, come on, we may need your help." Newt called out as we passed a guy with dark hair and a short pudgy kid with curly hair. They followed along. No one asked me anything or made me talk the whole way which I was grateful for. I wouldn't know how to answer anyways. We made it up to a building where Alby carried me inside and gently sat me down in front of a door.

"This is the bathroom. I'll umm…" he trailed off looking uncomfortable.

"We'll guard the door, there is no lock." Newt assured me filling in where Alby went speechless. I walked in but before I could ask for anything Newt was already sending off Chuck to go get me a towel, washcloth and toothbrush. While Chuck ran off I checked myself over in the mirror. I looked like hell. Dried blood coated my hair and clothes. Before I knew it, there was a knock at the door, it was Chuck with my things. I thanked him and closed the door. I stripped down, which was hard with only one working arm, and started the water. The water felt amazing even if it didn't get much past lukewarm but stung every cut on me. I must have been audible about it because I heard someone yell through the door asking if I was alright.

"Yeah, I'm fine, thanks. Water just burns a little." I finished washing and rinsed off. I grabbed my towel and started to dry off…. crap…. I need clothes. I wrapped the towel around me and stuck my head out the door, wet hair plastered to my face, to see Newt, Chuck, and the dark haired guy. I think his name was Thomas. They all looked up as the door opened, "Um, could I bother someone for a set of clothes? Mine are pretty much done for." Chuck smiled.

"You can have a set of mine! I have a freshly washed se-ouch! What?!" Newt had smacked Chuck on the back of the head.

"She won't be able to wear yours, you clunk head." He replied laughing as Chuck rubbed his head looking a little butt hurt at first but joined in on the laughter. "We'll find you a set that won't look like you're wearing children's clothes." and nodded to Thomas before getting up and walking off. "Go find Jeff and Clint, and tell them to get ready for a patient." Thomas nodded before heading in the opposite direction leaving me alone with Chuck and an awkward silence.

"So you don't remember anything?" Chuck asked making small talk till someone got back.

"Just waking up in that box." trying to think back was hard. The harder I thought the more my head hurt.

"That's how it is for all of us," He said, "That's the first thing any of us can remember. No one knows how or why we were brought here." What the hell is going on, I thought to myself. Newt walked back first, with some clothes in his hand.

"Here, hopefully these fit. After you put them on we'll head down to the med-Jacks to bandage you up." I smiled and thanked him before shutting the door. I put on the clothes. They were tattered but clean. I had to roll up the pants a little and used a belt. The shirt hung loosely off my shoulders and came down to the top of my thighs. I stepped out still drying my hair. "Well, let's get you bandaged up, then we will head down to dinner if you're feeling up to it and we can fill each other in." I nodded as I followed him down the hall. We stepped into a room with a wooden table in the middle and shelves against the wall. There were two cots in the corner. Two guys stood by waiting for our arrival and Thomas was sitting on a cot. I nervously walked in.

"HI! I'm Jeff, this is Clint." I nodded in response then froze. Shocked. I didn't remember my name. How could I forget my own name!?

"I'm …" I stammered off trying to think "Well, I don't remember." I looked up apologetically at them. They laughed, which confused me even more.

"We figured, no one does at first." Clint spoke up. Seriously, what is up with this place?! Jeff motioned for me to lay on the table so I walked over, sat on it and slowly lowered myself down. Clint walked up to the table looking apologetic, "I'm sorry we don't have much for pain but some pills, but we don't want to give them to you till after incase you throw them up." I gave him a panicked look, "I'm not going to lie, this is going to hurt. Jeff here is going to hold you feet and Thomas is going to hold your good shoulder." Thomas walks over and lightly places his hand on my shoulder, readying himself. "Newt, could you hold her hand? She looks like the punchy type." Clint said, half serious, half trying to lighten the mood. "Oh and here," He puts a leather strip in my mouth, "So you don't bite your tongue… or curse me too much." He winks at me before grabbing my arm by my elbow and shoulder. Jeff and Thomas tighten their grip and I squeeze Newt's hand in anticipation. "Ok, on the count of three." He nods to the others. "One." POP! He had made a quick motion with my arm and my shoulder was back in place. I squealed out in pain through bared teeth and leather.

"YEAOW!" Newt yelped as I realized I was still gripping his hand and quickly let go, apologizing. The glared at Clint.

"You liar! That was not three!" I said wincing and rubbing my shoulder.

"You would have tensed up on three, had to catch you off guard." He smiled at me

"You were right, she would have swung." Newt laughed rubbing his hand. Jack put a salve on and wrapped up my wounds. Jeff handed me two pills and some water.

"Do you um," I looked away a little embarrassed to ask, "Have any extra gauze wrapping or ace bandages?" I could feel my face flush. Or was that from all the pain?

"Yes, but you can just come up here and we can rewrap your bandages for you." Clint answered, looking confused.

"No, it's not that. I mean…. unless you have a spare bra laying around, I would like to make a makeshift one." Nope, I was definitely blushing.

"Welp! That's my que, I'll wait out in the hall when you're ready for dinner." Newt said as he walked out followed quickly by Thomas.

"We do not. Here." He handed me two ace bandages and walked out followed by Jeff. I wrapped the bandages around my boobs under my shirt and rotated my newly placed shoulder around in socket. It hurt really bad but at least I could move it. I brushed out my hair with my fingers and left the room. I was greeted by only Newt this time.

"So, do you remember anything at all before the box?" He asked looking over at me as we slowly walked down the hall. I shook my head.

"I don't even remember my name." I said sorely. He gave me a sympathetic smile.

"That usually comes back in time." We made it to the chow hall and he helped me with my plate and drink. We sat down with what he called the keepers. They proceeded to tell me all about the place, how they each came one by one, solving the maze, the grievers, the way things are ran, their rules. By the end of dinner my head was reeling with all this new info. After dinner everyone headed over to one of the entrances to the maze.

"What's going on?" I asked slowly walking up. Chuck was walking with me.

"A banishing." Chucked smiled. I gave him a questioning look. "Ben broke one of the main rules, he tried to kill Thomas yesterday." Before I could question him further he ran off towards the crowd. I walked up towards the back and stood next to Thomas, noticing a gaus sticking out of his shirt a little on his shoulder.

"So this guy, he tried to kill you?" I asked as I reached his side.

"Yeah, I was taking a walk through the trees and he came at me out of no where. Bit me on the shoulder."

"Oh, kinky." I smirked trying to lighten the mood. I got a small chuckle out of him.

"Alby showed up in the nick of time with a bow and arrow. Shot him in the cheek. We thought he was dead till they bandaged him up last night." He explained. We watched as Newt ran off to a shed and emerge with poles, connecting them as he walked back.

"Did he say why he did it?" I asked confused as to why someone would want to kill Thomas, he seemed nice enough.

"He thinks I'm the reason we are all here. That I know the first girl who came." I had completely forgot about her. But before I could ask any more they started the banishing. Ben's screams echoed through the night as they pushed him through the door to the maze by a leather collar around his neck connected to the pole Newt had just put together. The doors started to close as he reach the other side. His screams were cut off completely to an eerie silence when the walls finally shut. People started to disperse. I grabbed Thomas and we found Newt.

"Can we go for a walk? I feel there is some other things ya'll have left out, such as Thomas and this other girl's ordeal." Newt smirked at me.

"Aw, you jealous you're not the only girl." Newt joked and I gave him the 110% done face. "Alright, alright." He laughed and we continued to walk along the edge of the trees. The proceeded to fill me in on Thomas' arrival then the very next day the first girl they had ever gotten with a note saying there will be no more and things are going to then fell into a coma. Then I showed up which was even more confusing.

"What, you guys couldn't figure it out so they had to send in the girls." I smirked trying to make light of the situation and Newt playfully punched me in my good arm. "Well obviously they didn't plan for me. I mean look at the state I arrived in. I must have pissed some people off on the other side. I wish I could say that they were worse off but I don't remember who I pissed off or why."

"Maybe you were trying to rescue someone, maybe the first girl? Does anyone look familiar to you?" Thomas asked. I thought about it before answering.

"No, but I still haven't seen the coma girl."

"Well lets show you to her, you'll be bunking with her anyways. We really don't have any other accomodations for girls." Newt said leading the way. We made it up to the homestead and to the room. I walked up to the girl who looked fast asleep. I studied her face for a minute before shaking my head.

"Nope, nothing." Why was I here then?

"Welp, we'll leave you here so you can get some rest now." Newt said before herding Thomas out of the room. "Oh and there will be someone guarding the door, there is a watch on this girl so if she wakes up someone will be there." Something in Thomas' eyes when he looked at that girl tell me he knows something, he may not know exactly what but she looks familiar to him. I'll let him work that out on his own given that someone tried to kill him over it. I thanked them and the door shut. I was left alone with coma girl. Tiredness washed over me as I sat there and I laid down. I don't even remember falling asleep.

I was running through a corridor, a backpack thumping my back with each step I took. I took a sharp left and hurdled down another path. I felt panicked and lost. I turned again, looking behind me as I did so and catching a glimpse of who was chasing me. Someone in a white lab coat. My only thought was I finally made it this far, I HAVE to find him. I was on a rescue mission. But for who? Why was I alone? I made it to the end of the hallway. It was a dead end. I looked for a door, anything. I found some buttons on the wall and I smashed them hurriedly. I heard a creaking behind the all like an elevator moving. My pursuers had almost caught up. I hit the wall in impatient frustration. Come on come on come on come on! OPEN. I turned around in time to get sucker punched in the jaw. I spit out blood before head butting my pursuant. Why on earth did anyone think headbutting was a good idea?! Did I do it wrong? That hurt me almost as bad as getting punched. He socked me in the eye as the doors started to open to reveal a lift. He took this distraction as an opportunity to stick me with a needle and injected most of the contents into my arm. I reeled back and punched him so hard the skin on my knuckles split. He was down for the count but I wasn't able to celebrate long two of his lackeys came hurtling at me. One drop kicked me in the ribs and I went hurtling into the lift. I landed on my shoulder and heard a pop. My dominant arm was out of socket. I yelled out in pain and finally got a look at the other two who were bloody. Did I get them before I started running? I certainly pissed them off. I was starting to feel groggy from whatever they shot me up with. The doors started to close but they gave me a few more good kicks before they jumped out and let the lift take me away. As everything started to fade out I saw a face in my memories.

Apparently I was screaming in my sleep because I was woken abruptly by someone grabbing my shoulders and telling me to wake up. I was still in attack mode so I swung my left fist but pulled it last second when I saw who it was, hitting the bed frame instead making my left knuckled match my right one and they fell backwards. I gasped it was the same face.

"YOU!"

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