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I stared at the Maze's map for hours, I didn't seem to care, it's not even 5 AM yet, and I didn't care. I don't know what to do, where to go, and who to trust. Everything seems so hard for me right now, I just sighed and laid back to the bed. "Why does it have to be this hard?" I muttered under my breath.

I really don't know how to act around Newt, I know I should have hurted him when I had the chance but why didn't I? I guess I was hoping things could turn out to be different, but I know it won't. I could never be with him, it would only make things worst for myself.

The map is crumpled under my hands, my stressed mind is going through ideas that won't work, my body is tired, and my nose feels weird, I just wished that this won't be harder, I decided to stop staring at nothing and to just go outside.

It was still slight quiet outside, as I walked through the mass of sleeping boys, I couldn't help but to giggle at their sleeping expressions or positions. I tried to be as quiet as possible, trying not to wake the boys who are still asleep. But, I guess someone has a better hearing than everyone else's.

"Where are you going?" Chuck's awake, great.

"Nowhere, I suppose." I said back in a whisper, "There's really no where to go."

"Newt told me what happened last night."

"He did?"

"Yeah, you shouldn't have done that."

"I can't stay strong forever, you know?"

He nodded, "I get it." Chuck rose and then stood next to me, "Wherever you're going I'll come with."

"Why?" I asked to him shortly.

"Why not? I guess you'll be needing supervision right now after last night."

"Why would Newt tell everyone that?"

As we started to walk, Chuck answered, "Don't ever be mad at him, he's just worried about you."

"I have doubt about that." I shrugged.

"Why would you?"

Everything hurts, all I could feel is hurt, I don't know what to answer him because if I answered him, it would end up being a lifetime of explanations. Maybe I should trust Chuck, and then my hand touched the Map that is underneath the pocket of my jeans.

As we reached the forest in silence, I kept on opening my mouth just to close it again. Should I really trust Chuck? I thought to myself, I couldn't stop thinking and I bet my face turned to be a lot serious by now, miraculously Chuck noticed.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked playfully.

"Can I trust you?" I looked at him, the sudden serious moment startled him a bit.

"What do you mean by trusting me?"

"I need to tell you something.." I stopped in the middle of the forest, looking to my sides hopefully no one followed Chuck and I here.

"Don't need to get so serious, it's all fun with Chuck!" He chuckled, which is kind of cute.

"Aw, okay then" He patted his head, "I just think that, not really, but uhm—"

He tilted his head.

"I think, I think—" I paused for a while, still feeling a bit too exposed, but then I tried shrugging it off, "I don't think, but I know, how to get out of this Maze." I held both his shoulders, "You just have to trust me." I said in a whisper.

Chuck looked at me like I'm a crazy shank, "Are you okay… Did, you—"

"Listen, I am trusting you with my life right now, Can I or can I not trust you to continue?"

Chuck looked at me sincerely, I know he's a good and loyal kid, even from the first day he became a greenie, I remembered him being the nicest of all the boys, And then, Chuck nodded.

"I have the map to get outside, but I need to gain Minho's trust, and possibly Newt and Alby's too. Can you help me convince them?"

"How do I do that?"

"I'll think about it later, but just back me up okay? You're the only one I could trust, for now." I said to him, "Everyone won't believe me, I guess"

"Oh, don't be silly, Newt will." Chuck said, and I remembered the fact that Newt did believe me.

I smiled at him, "I have the map to get out of here, I just need to find a Griever to find the key out."

Chuck was shocked, really shocked. He was speechless, I waved my hands in front of him, he won't move though.

"Chuck?" I continued to wave at him.

"You're saying you would go out there to the maze just to find a Griever?"

"If it is what I should do, then I will."

"You don't have to risk your lives to people like us, the Glade is enough, you don't have to seek—"

"It's okay, Chuck." I smiled at him and pecked the top of his head, "We'll get out of here, I promise you."

"I trust you, Atlee." Chuck smiled at me, and I know that I have gained his trust.

…

I met Minho by the entrance of the maze as always, and now we are going through the same boring routine of the maze, so I decided to suggest him something, "What do you think of splitting up?"

Minho looked at me and stopped into a halt, "Are you serious?"

"Do I look like I'm joking?" The sweats are going down my forehead now, "Why not?"

"Because, do you think you can handle being alone?"

"No."

"See?" He gestured with his arm, "You are not ready."

"Just because I don't think I could handle it doesn't mean I won't do it." He shrugged, "If I die, I'll just come back."

"That's impossible."

"Nothing's impossible."

"Are you sure you're up for this?"

"I would never say anything I'm not ready for." I winked at him.

"There's a split down this way, I'll go left, and then you'll go right. We will meet back at split when I scream your name."

"You'll scream my name?"

"Yeah, you got a better idea?"

"Let's just meet back at the Glade."

"You're crazy!" He shouted, "You're not getting off without me guarding you"

"Fine." I paused, "You'll shout my name, but if I get here before you, I'll just call your name or I'll scream like crazy, okay?"

"Fair enough"

And then we ran towards the split, and then we said nodded to each other as we split, he went to the left, and I went to the right, after I'm sure he's not anywhere near me anymore, I opened the map, and to find my location, so I just followed it to the nearest Griever entrance, I memorized the way and then folded the map back to put it back in my pocket.

I turned a left, and then a right, and then I'll go straight from there until I'll—

A moan, I hear a moan.

A scary moan, I know this moan, and then the metal clatter.

It can't be..

I followed the sound of it, completely going off my track, but I hope I'll remember the ways quick enough.

Why is it moaning? Is it hurt? Is it a trap?

I couldn't tell.

But then as the moan gotten louder, and then louder, and then I saw it, at the corner of the Maze, but something's wrong, at first I saw it sitting or laying down, but now when it saw me, it looked straight through me, and then I realized, it's a trap.

The Griever looked at me, as I looked at it, but then the metal clatter started to sound, and I know it's time to run, and I don't know if I have any time to out run it, but maybe if I could just hope.

I couldn't scream, I don't want to give Minho the wrong signal, or he might won't be able to hear me. Gosh, that was a bad idea.

The Griever gotten closer, I could feel the heat and the slickness of it's saliva when it roared and roared at me. Gosh, why did I made it so disgusting? Why couldn't it be a pretty unicorn?

I rolled my eyes at the thought and kept on running, I didn't know where I was going, but I know that if I don't keep my head calmed, I would get lost, but first I need to kill this Griever first. I didn't know where it might have came from, or why is it in the middle of a klucking day!

I ran and ran.

But, it followed and followed.

Something's off, I don't think it's trying to kill me, it is directing me somewhere, it's trying to corner me, as I realized that whenever I made a wrong turn it would block me, but it would never hurt me that way.

And then he finally gotten me cornered, I backed up, I was hoping that my thought was right, I hope it would not hurt me, I hope my co-workers back there, would do something.

Thomas.

Teresa.

"Oh, no." I whispered as the Griever stepped closer.

But as it was about to open my mouth to eat me alive or so, it stopped moving. I realized that, this Griever was programmed to know me, to help me, and this was Thomas and Teresa, I mouthed a Thank You to the air, hoping they would see me. I knew that they would help me, I knew it.

But why would they want me to be cornered?

I thought to myself again.

"I know you don't I?"

But the Griever sat still, it didn't move, I think it would obey me, somehow. But this won't last long, it would end when WICKED knows what Thomas and Teresa did.

"You would need to help me, okay?"

The Griever didn't answer, so I was hoping it would be a yes.

"I'll come back for you tomorrow" I looked at the metal on it's body, it was carved with the words, "A502-GRVR"

"I'll call you Afot." I didn't know where that came from, but it sounded okay to me. It's like having a dog, just a scary, killing, untrustworthy (yet), dog.

"I need to find, Minho" I muttered to myself, and then the Griever gave me room to go, "You'll find me tomorrow, okay?"

It groaned, I think it's an okay.

I opened the map to find where I'm possibly at right now, I followed the possible way out to the lane that I was going through, I tried three times, and it all went to the wrong lane, but then on the fourth try I was finally back on track, and then I could hear Minho screaming my name, that's my cue, I thought.

I ran faster than before until I ended up by the split, "What is it?" I shouted at him as I ran to him.

"It's getting late, we should go before we would get killed by the Grievers."

I chuckled, Oh, he doesn't have a clue.

…

"Minho?" I asked him in the middle of dinner, he's sitting in front of me, him eating his food is on full view.

"Hmm?"

"Do you think we could get out of this place?"

He stopped to chew and then he swallowed, "Yeah."

I nodded, "Do you trust me, Minho?"

"Atlee, if I didn't trust you, I wouldn't let you go out there by yourself. Even though you ended up having some cuts on your arm, but that's normal."

I laughed, "Thank you?"

"So then, of course I do."

"Can I tell you something, I think—"

My words are interrupted by the sound of the maze, is it changing again? Or if it is, I hope Afot is helping me, or he's opening one of the entries that aren't opened before. Some of the people seemed to be shocked, since the maze's entry was closed like an hour ago or so.

"What was that?" I asked, trying to be as clueless as possible.

"The maze, probably changing." Minho looked around for a minute and then when people started to act normal again, so did he. "What were you going to say again?"

"Oh." I thought to myself, what was I about to say again?

"Well, what is it?" He finished his last bite and then he folded his arms on the table.

"I think I know a way out of here."

Minho didn't seem to believe me, so he laughed. "Girl, you're hilarious." He patted my head, "Tell me something when you're back to reality." He laughed as he jumped out of the bench and went to the group of other runners, he's still laughing.

"Great, convincing someone older is harder, I guess." I whispered to myself.

"Convincing what is harder?"

Alby. Oh, just the person I wanted to see, even in my mind, I sounded sarcastic.

"Nothing." I didn't even turn my back to face him.

"You better tell me because there are no secrets allowed here." I could feel him getting closer.

"Yeah, that is why it's nothing"

"You're lying."

"Yes, I am." I turned my head back to face him now, "What is it, Alby?"

"Is it true that you know the way out of here?"

I was shocked, who could possibly tell him? Chuck. Oh God, I know trusting a 12 year old was a slightly bad move.

I nodded, "I'm being serious, I think I do."

"Chuck isn't that kind of person that would trust someone easily, you know? He's 12 and he's scarred for life just because he was put here, so he's a strong kid, and I trust him, so that is why I trust you."

"Thank you." I smiled, "I hope I'm not wrong."

"Then prove me you're not wrong."

"When you decide to step into the maze sometime, I'll show you." I smirked at him.

"Oh, Atlee, you will see me stepping in the maze, soon. Just, not now I'm quite busy."

"Of course you are" For the first time, I am not being sarcastic.

"Newt was right" He paused, "You are full of suprises." Then, he left.

…

On my way to the homestead someone tapped my shoulder, I'm really tired of being bugged, so I just shouted to whoever it is, "Stop bugging me, you shucking shank!"

But then as I turned around, it was Newt.

He's smiling to me, his square jaw, his dirty blonde hair, his arms are on full view, he is not wearing his white dirty hoodie right now.

He caught me staring and then he asked, "Why are you staring?" He smirked at me.

"Why aren't you wearing your jacket, or hoodie, or coat?" My mind seemed to get distracted.

"I had to help the Track Hoes today, and I agree to whoever said that they don't want to be one." He laughed.

"I know how tiring it could be."

He smiled at me.

What the shuck am I supposed to answer?

"Should I smile back at you or—"

"You're cute when you ask stupid questions."

I blushed, but then I laughed it off, "Thank you"

He laughed as well, "I bugged you because, I—"

Things are getting serious, so I dimmed my smile, "You what?"

"I dreamt about you."

That shocked me, "H-how?"

"I don't know if it is a dream or a memory, it just seemed so real."

"What is it about?"

"All I could remember was you trying to kill me."

"Me?" My eyes were deep shocked, I knew he could tell.

"It was stupid, I know."

"It's okay, maybe I did." I laughed, but which he didn't laugh as well, he is bloody serious right now.

"Oh bloody hell, you are killing me!"

"Maybe, I'm not killing you that way.."

"That, I could agree. You are killing me, just not that way." He rubbed his temples.

"How am I killing you?"

"You know perfectly how." He stepped closer but then I stepped back, Oh no, I need to avoid this.

"Yeah" I stepped back, "I have got to go to sleep, I am really tired. I'll see you later when you feel like seeing me" I walked backwards, but before I could run off, I spoke to him again, I could see his face, he's confused, "Bye!" I waved my hand.

And then I ran off, but not quick enough to miss his words, "Bloody hell."