Newt and Holly woke late that night with the sound of horrified shouts coming from outside and the shaking of the ground. They quickly put on their clothes and ran outside the council hall to see the gladers running around with lit torches and weapons. On every corner, four doors to the Maze suddenly opened giving the grievers a chance to enter the Glade. Everyone started to panic as the grievers started to come, killing anyone who was in its way. Newt faced Holly and cupped her chin with a serious look.

"Stay close to me, alright?" he ordered.

Without any hesitation, Holly nodded and dashed off with him across the Glade bringing their weapons out. There were grievers everywhere running after terrified gladers. Some of them weren't fast enough that the grievers got to them and mercilessly killed them. A burning griever screeched and ran across the place, falling down on the homestead and spreading the fire all over their little village. Holly followed Newt and a few others behind when she remembered her bag with the box of flare medicines. She turned around when nobody was looking and ran back to the homestead.

Newt, Fry Pan, and a few others managed to save Thomas and his group by stabbing a griever with their wooden spears. Everyone made way to the council hall to evacuate and hide from the grievers. As Newt was about to run towards the council hall, he turned around to find Holly nowhere in sight. He began to worry and couldn't see her anywhere at all.

"Holly!" he shouted and was about to run around the glade to look for her.

But Fry Pan got him and forcefully pulled him inside the council hall and barricaded the door and walls. On the other side of the Glade, the homestead was caught in a huge fire. Holly ran around and looked at all the scattered things on the floor, searching for her bag. She coughed and her eyes stung with the heavy smoke. Nevertheless, she continued her search until she finally found the bag underneath a dead griever. She quickly pulled it off and screamed in fear when the griever she thought was dead sprung back to life. She scrambled to her feet and sprinted away from the burning homestead and into the open with her bag on her back.

The grievers were everywhere and the council hall was too far that it would be too late before she could reach it. She continued to run, looking for a place to hide when she suddenly heard a voice called out her name. She recognized the voice as Gally's and found him hiding in the box with a few others and told her to come. She ducked and ran towards the metal shaft and was carried down by the builder before closing it again. Holly fell down to her knees, sat on the corner, breathing heavily. She quickly opened her bag and was thankful that all her stuff—clothes, flare medicines and notebook—were safe and intact.

"Everyone stay down and keep quiet" Gally whispered hoarsely and crouched lower with the other gladers.

Holly clutched onto her bag and covered her mouth to keep quiet. Above them was the clicking sound of metal that came from a griever that was passing by. It stayed still on top of the closed box, slime and blood dripping down on the metal shaft. All of a sudden, it shifted its attention toward the council hall which was being attacked by another griever.

Gally stood up and opened the box to peek outside. There were no more grievers around. He carried Holly back up and helped the other gladers out of the shaft. Holly couldn't believe what she was seeing. The Glade, their temporary home, was completely destroyed and on fire. There was also blood in some places, blood of those gladers who couldn't get away from the monstrosity created by WICKED.

Holly quietly walked towards the council hall and could see the other gladers looking around as devastated as she was. She ran onto Newt's arms after seeing him with the group of gladers and couldn't help but to cry.

"Oh God, you got me so worried" Newt whispered as he panted, hugging her tightly.

Holly continued to cry especially after hearing what had happened to the other gladers. Zart, Alby, and a few others—they were all gone. She felt miserable that she couldn't avoid the others from dying when it was her mission to keep them alive. She got startled when she heard a commotion behind them. After Gally had hit Thomas, Thomas stabbed himself with the griever's needle that left him unconscious.

"Wait here" Newt told her and ran to Thomas' aid. He knelt down and placed Thomas' arm over his shoulder while Fry Pan was on the other and helped the unconscious guy. "Okay, we'll need the med-jacks! Let's bring him back inside the council hall"

"What he needs is to be put in the pit" Gally pushed the guys restraining him and angrily walked towards Newt.

"Can't you see? He's not well"

"Can't you see? We lost a lot of gladers tonight because of that stupid guy!" Gally shouted. "You heard Alby, he is one of them! He has destroyed everything we've worked hard on and got the others killed. So, if you still want to pamper this little shank here by all means, go ahead. But let me be clear, anyone who gets on his side will be banished with him by sunrise"

Two builders took Thomas from Newt and Fry Pan and were dragged to the pit. Teresa quickly followed behind with the syringe on her hand and decided to be with him in the pit. She didn't care if she would be banished with him because she knew very well Thomas knew what he was doing. Gally instructed the survivors to go back to the council hall where they would be sleeping for the night. He had taken leadership after Alby's death and anyone who goes against him will be banished.

Newt ruffled his hair and was about to get in the council hall when he realized Holly disappeared from his sight again. He looked around searchingly and found her standing by the gardens with her purple backpack. Holly stared at the damaged crops and remembered the fun times she had working with Zart. He was a good keeper and a good friend. She felt a hand over her shoulder and turned around to see that it was Newt. She hugged him tight and cried some more knowing that she would never see her friend again.

"There there" He rubbed her back trying to comfort her. "I'm sure Zart wouldn't be happy seeing you cry"

"I-I couldn't save them" Holly croaked, soaking Newt's shirt with her tears.

Newt cupped her cheeks and wiped off the tears with his thumbs and looked her in the eyes sternly, "It's not your fault they're dead, okay? There are some things that cannot be avoided. I, too, am sad that we've lost a lot of good people but there is nothing I can do. We have to look after those who survived, understand?"

Holly sniffled and nodded her head, hugging him tightly once more. He was right. It wasn't her fault that they died but, she still felt like she could have done something. After all, she was sent to the Glade to save them. Newt held her close and brought her back inside the council hall. The med-jacks were busy doing their part, checking up the ones injured and used the medical supplies they have saved from the fire. Chuck was quiet in the corner thinking about how Alby saved his life, Minho was on the other side of the room having his scraped arm treated, Gally was walking around the place making sure everyone was alright, and the others were struck in fear and lay down not able to sleep.

Newt found a vacant area on the corner of the top bleachers and took Holly there. He sat down and pulled the sobbing girl with him, gently resting her head on his lap.

"You need to get some rest" he ordered.

Holly took a deep breath and bit her thumb. She tried to clear her mind that night of what happened. She needed rest, like what Newt said, for she knew a long new journey was about to happen. She closed her eyes and felt calm with Newt stroking her head until she fell asleep.