A/N: This is rather a short chapter that was just meh, and I couldn't really touch more on it, because I had originally that it was longer. Yeah sorry for the trash chapter, chapter will be better.

Still don't own Maze Runner.

Chapteer 7:

The first day doesn't bother me. I enjoy the peace and quiet. Relaxing on a chair doing nothing seems better then running a Maze. But I have to for everyone sakes. To help Thomas.

Day two was a horrible day, so much activity around the Glade, everyone frantic to find Gally. I was glad he was gone. I felt miserable and alone. I've just got my closest friend back and his barred from seeing. In the four days here in the Glade, rain descends hitting the Glade.

"Thomas, Ross… My being here is going to change the Maze as we know it. The end has been triggered," Teresa voice resonate in my mind.

"You know that was the first thing you said," Thomas joins in.

"Where are you Teresa?" I ask.

"In a room, fast asleep in a coma."

"She been a coma since day one," Thomas informed.

"Teresa you gotta wake up"

"Easy said then done, Ross."

"She's been in and out, but she stable."

The three of us talk for a while, as the telekinesis becomes easier. The second day was at its end. Newt often visits and hand me an extra snack. On third day I was losing it. Thomas and Teresa never answer when I called out for them. It was finally mid day, coming upon my last night. After eating dinner with Newt and talking about random Glade stuff, night begins to close in. Fifteen minutes before the walls close. I felt sanity slip, when a loud screaming noise awakens me from my chronic boredom. There are the sounds of scraping metal inside the Glade, closest to the slammer.

"Let's go of me you metal shank."

The voice was that of Orwell, crying for help.

"Damn Griever, where are you taking me."

"Thomas I need help, are you there? I need you to break me out of the slammer my friend is in danger."

"I'm by the kitchen, I'll get to you soon as can."

"Thanks."

"What's going on?"

"All I know is I've heard a mechanical whirling."

"What else?"

"Something about a Griever? I don't know what it is but it has my friend."

Thomas drew quiet. He stop replying as he manages to reach the slammer in no time flat. With a large builder he breaks the box as I escape.

"Go back and worn the others, I'll rescue Orwell," I say bravely, unaware of the lurking danger. I wouldn't risk Thomas life. One of us had to get Chuck home. I begin to sprint off as a hand pulls me back.

"I'm going too you shank, I'm the veteran," he demands.

"Fine but hurry.…"

The two of us run towards the direction of the screams. It was the south wall. I make it there to see Orwell, being pull though a closing wall. It would be close as I run picking up his drop shovel. The wall were closing in fast.

"Sorry Thomas…." I say passing his speed as I gain further momemtum. Which I use to dive in the Maze by the skin of my teeth. The wall nearly crushing me.

"Ross…. Ross..…," I hear Thomas yell behind the wall.

From this point on it was do or die. No time for mistakes.