Grievers kept coming each night. Taking one boy each night. The gladers not doing anything but continue the pattern. Teresa was let out of the slammer and Thomas was stung by a Griever. Teresa and Maria were currently sitting far from the other gladers, Maria had asked her to come chat, Teresa accepted.

"Am I familiar to you?" Teresa said, her black hair falling over one of her eyes, her fingers brushing it away. "Yes." Maria replied, thinking about that dream she had, where her older sister was teaching her how to ride a bike. Wicked is good. Was Teresa her sister? "I had a dream. I was being taught how to ride a bike, by another girl who I'm pretty sure is my older sister. And I'm thinking that's you." She pursed her lips together, running a hand through her hair. "I had a dream where I was teaching my younger sister how to braid her hair." Teresa responded, her eyes focusing on Maria's. "Does that mean we're sisters?" Teresa half-smiled, shrugging her shoulders. "It could be a coincidence, but I'm doubting that." Teresa engulfed her younger sister into a hug, and it was nice. For now.

Maria and Teresa walked into the big hut for the night, as it was getting dark, and like every other night, the doors weren't closing. No matter how much they both hoped. Who knows who'd be taken tonight. Newt was speaking to Gally away from Maria, she decided to leave them be. Thomas' screams ran through the whole building, it made Maria jump and wince at the noise. The hut looked more secure now, since the builders had fixed all the broken bits in the roof and door. Maria and Teresa sat with Chuck, trying to talk about things other than the doors not closing or the grievers. They both told Chuck they think they're sisters, he replied with, "I wish I had a sibling." and Maria suddenly felt bad.

The night carried on, like every other night, they'd fix they're beds and get under the blankets, when Maria asked if she'd like to share with her, she refused. She stayed in Thomas' room, which made Newt and Maria alone, like the previous nights. They were both engulfed in eachothers arms, she didn't know if it was because she felt lonely, or because she liked him. Maybe both. Newt had started having nightmares again, and would hide his face under Maria's chin. With everything going on, they both had no time for romantic relationships, but she couldn't help it. She felt this need for him. And tonight she just ached for more, but of course, tonight was not the night.

The sound of screams and yells, breaking of wood, and more screams came. She had gotten used to it, they couldn't stop the grievers. Newt shook beneath her, and she sighed. "They're going to keep coming until we're all dead." Maria spoke, knowing Newt was still awake. He didn't respond. He just moved his face more against her neck, which made her smile slightly. This was not the time for romance. She closed her eyes, wanting the nightmare to go away. All of it was terrifying.

The next morning was different. Thomas was awake, and making plans. Maria and Teresa ate, and immediately went to Thomas. He explained the way they'd leave, and how they'd have to go through the griever hole. Gally disagreed. He was welcome to stay, and they all started getting ready. Food, weapons, all the essentials. Maria would be going with Teresa and Chuck to punch the code to open the doors. They had about thirty, thirty-five people coming with them, and Thomas was sure his plan would work.

Maria was busy with people's packs, filling them with food, and a weapon each. Knives, shovels. Newts voice distracted her from her work, but brightened her mood more than anything could. "Can I do something?" He asked, and she looked up at him, nodding her head. "What do you want to do?" She tilted her head curiously, but his lips had already pressed to Marias, it was a small, light kiss, but it was wonderful nontheless. "I may never get to do that again." He chuckled, walking off to the job he was supposed to do. She smiled, her cheeks going red.

The time had come, and they had all began running behind Thomas and Minho. Teresa and Maria ran close together, not saying a word. Newt was in the far back, because of his limp, he was slow. She didn't want to be apart from him, but she knew he could survive without her. He was strong, he was powerful. She kept running, her legs sprinting near Thomas. She was fast, but not leaving Teresa's side. Chuck was beside her, and they all ran in a group.

Once they reached the griever hole, grievers surrounded the hole. Gladers fought, they all fought together, distracting the grievers Thomas yelled "Go!" whilst fighting, Teresa, Maria and Chuck went through the griever hole, followed by Thomas, Teresa quickly ran to the computer, typing the code in. Each glader began coming through the hole, including Newt. He came and stood next to Maria, taking her hand in his. "I knew you'd make it." She whispered into his ear, and he smiled.

They all went through the corridor, escaping the Glade for good.

It all came so quickly. Gally was there, with another woman, a knife throwing and Chuck jumping infront of Thomas, Chuck falling into Thomas' arms, Thomas yelling and sobbing, blood. Blood everywhere. Her arms clinging to Newt, tears threatening to spill. Chuck was too young. He didn't deserve it. They were forced to move quickly, and Maria followed, into the bus and away from everything. Away from it all. It was finally over. Newt clutched her hand and they sat, together, in silence. Nothing would be said.

They were escorted away from eachother. Newt gave Maria one last kiss, and whispered a silent, "See you soon" which she didn't know if she would see him soon. She was escorted away. Taken away back to the building where the glade was. Teresa was seperated from her. Everyone was seperated from her. When would she see them again? Maybe they'd be brought back together. Maybe.