Heyyy, I came back with a new chapter. Hope you enjoy this! :)-olflames

*Newt's POV*

I saw a heartbreaking sight of Chuck banging the maze door and screaming for them to open up.

"It won't do anything." I put a hand on his shoulder. He slid down the wall in defeat, tears falling down from his eyes uncontrollably.

"They are my only true friends—the only one who is nice to me," He explained still crying, "They are probably going to die in an hour." I could feel tears ready to fall from both my eyes, I sat beside him. Chuck looked at me wide eyed. "Are you crying?"

"Alby might've been a slinthead sometimes, and Minho is a shucking pain, but they were the closest thing I've ever had to friends."

"What about Liv?" I raised my eyebrows at his question, "I saw you two. I saw the way you look at her."

"What? What about the way I look at her?"

"You look like at her like she's everything—I mean she is—I don't know." He sighed, Was I really looking at her like that? I asked myself.

"Exactly, you don't know. You're just a kid," I told him, recovering from my thoughts.

"Whatever, I'm more than just a kid. I can save lives too you know," Chuck defended himself, I didn't answer to avoid making him sadder than he already was. "I hope they'll come back alive."

"Me too, slinthead. Go to sleep," I ordered, with Alby being gone, I'll take charge of the glade at least for today and until he comes back with them—hopefully they will, I don't know what I would do without them, also I don't know if I can handle losing her.

*Liv's POV*

"You both are the shuckiest shuck-faced shuck there ever were!" Minho yelled at us, struggling with dragging Alby, and practically dropping Alby on the floor.

"We were just trying to help you!" I yelled, "And clearly, you need one." He snorted in response.

"You think you did something heroic by stepping here? You think that was brave of you, don't you think? Congratulations shuck faces, you're just as good as dead." Minho shook his head as he forced a bitter. Alby looked on the edge of death, color almost gone, and his breath was quick and shallow.

"Have you finished your speech yet? Because we don't have much time left here." Thomas said, looking at us with narrow eyes as he let out an exaggerated sigh. "What happened to Alby?"

"He got stung by grievers, and soon we'll be in the same exact situation as he is." Minho said angrily.

"Positivity just isn't in your vocabulary, is it?" I rolled my eyes.

Minho was about to retort to my comment, but Thoma spoke first, "I thought they only come out at night time." His brows drawing together.

"No, they come out in the day only if they wanted to." Minho explained, running his hand through his hair.

We were all thinking how to survive a night in the maze with the possibility of being killed by the grievers—at least, Thomas and me were thinking, I couldn't say the same with Minho, he looked like he had lost every tiny bit piece of hope left in him.

"Can we try—" Minho cut me off.

"We tried, and no. Thank you for the idea, really helpful." He said and smiled sarcastically as I shot him a glare.

The darkness began to swallow us. "So you're saying we have no chance?" Thomas asked, and Minho nodded his head. Before I could say anything, there was a disembodied voice inside the maze.

Wwhiirrrr.

Click, click, click.

Whirrrrr.

"I got an idea! Come on," I said, gesturing them towards the ivy-covered wall. "Hang Alby here, so we wouldn't have to run for our lives while carrying him," I explained.

"And leave him here?" Thomas asked.

"We are hiding him, we'll get him tomorrow morning." We began to tie the ivy to Alby's waist and arms. As soon as we finished, I mumbled out the command to lift him upwards. We were halfway done, then we heard a mechanical whirring coming near them. I gasped and heard Minho grunt.

"We can't do this Liv!" Minho yelled.

"It's working, come on Minho, Tom, pull! We are halfway done!" I commanded.

I could hear Minho's heavy breathing as we keep on pulling, but finally the force slightly disappear as I hear light footsteps dash away. Before, he completely left, I heard a distant, "Sorry Greenies."

"You should've eaten dinner today." Thomas commented, as we both pulled the vine. The sound came closer, "Liv, hide!"

I hid between the walls, and Thomas camouflaged in the ivy along Alby. Shuck, shuck, shuck. I mentally said to myself.

I heard the whirring again as thumps of clanking metals starting to come close. My whole body was shaking, I held my breath as griever's mechanical leg stomped beside her and went past Thomas and me. As the griever passed by I gasped for air as I held it with fear of getting killed. We waited for a good minute before coming out from our hiding places. As soon as we got out, we pulled the vines with our strength, and Thomas tied it off to the thick branch where he was hiding.

"At least one of us is safe." I said, panting from all the pulling that I've done.

"You're sounding like Minho," Thomas said, chuckling. I glared at him, before hugging him. "We'll be safe, I know it."

I nodded my head, "Split up?" Thomas nodded.

I ran into the right path, and Thomas went to the left.

I was sweating, I don't know if it was from the running or the panic or maybe both. I observed the maze while I was running: the walls were huge, they were mossy and covered in vines.

I ran as fast as I could, it seemed like it was hours, thank God for the adrenaline in my body.

Whirrrrr

Click, click, click.

I stopped running and turned around.

There it was.

The spider-like creature was coming straight towards me. The griever was after me. I turned around again and continue running as fast as I could.

I looked back to see where the creature is now. It was ten feet away from me. I gasped and turned my head around again, running frantically.

Click, click, click

I didn't know what to do, I could feel tears in my eye were ready to fall, I wiped them. Now, it's not the time to cry Liv, keep running! I motivated myself. I came to another intersection and looked to the left only to see another griever was about to charge me. I ran straight the opposite path, with two grievers behind me.

I looked behind to see they were a little further back from me. Just keep running, I told myself over and over again.

Was I going to die here? Alone? Was Thomas safe? Was Minho safe? Was Alby safe? Thoughts running in my head, distracting me from what was happening. Focus, Liv.. Focus, I reminded myself.

I focused my sightings, to see if anything was down the path. I could hear a sound, not a griever. It kept getting closer and closer until…

"Ow!" Minho and I crashed to the ground after our bodies collided. "You! There was a griever coming behind me, towards us, but it's gone now."

I grabbed his wrist and started running, "And there's two grievers coming behind me and they are still there, Let's go!"

Minho's chest rose and fell heavily as we both shared the same look. Panic, and there's hopelessness in him too. "Get on my back!" Minho instructed.

"What? No!" I answered.

"I'm about to climb the vines."

"I can climb one, you don't need to carry me," I explained, "It'll slow us down!"

Minho knew that I wouldn't say yes so he didn't try to argue. "On my mark." He said looking back, "Now!"

We both climbed the walls, reaching for the vines and pulled up. I kept climbing, breathing heavily. Now we both were at least twenty feet of the ground. Where was Thomas? Was Alby still alive?

"Hey!" Minho waved his hands in front of me, "Now is not the time to zone out! Keep bugging climbing!" I nodded, grasping a vine and then another, climbing the walls with medium speed but steadily.

"Okay," He said, "I think we can stop now."

I nodded, and looked down. We were about sixty to seventy feet off the ground, and I closed my eyes tightly, feeling nausea. It was too tall. I took a step backwards, putting my hands on my head, "You okay, shuck face?"

I nodded, "Yeah, just a little dizzy. Come on, they are directly below us."

My arms trembled as I clung into the vine, digging my feet into the wall. The scary part was that the top of the walls is still more than thirty feet away.

Suddenly, I saw movement through the vines of the maze. I looked to my right to see a small spider like crawling near me. There was something that caught my eye, it was the red pasty words across its back.

WICKED

Well, that's the perfect way to describe this place.

"Focus," Minho said to me, this time a little softly. I looked at him hopelessly, my arms were about to give up. I could just fall now if I wasn't under so much determination.

Whirrrrr

Click, click, click

They were climbing the walls. They were climbing the bugging walls.

"Oh my shucking God!" Minho panicked, grabbed my arm and looking at me right in the eye, "Climb to the side and get down. If I'm not still down there,just run, keep running!"

I did as what I was told. I grabbed the vine next to me, and climbed to the side and got down. I couldn't leave Minho alone, not when there are grievers around him, ready to kill at anytime. Suddenly, an idea popped in my head, "Hey shuck-face, I mean griever, come and get me." I said while Minho is mouthing What the shuck at me.

Both the grievers got away from Minho, and ran after me. I could kill them, before that I have to lure them into the pit. I ran as fast as I could searching for a pit that's about to close.

I stopped when I found one on my right, I looked at the grievers. You never saw it coming, I said to myself and smirked. "Run shuck face, run!" Adrenaline filling me, as I ran inside the pit followed by the two grievers.

It reached out one of its weapons, a huge, sharp sword-like struck my skin, I whimpered loudly, losing my balance but I was able to gain it again.

It struck me in the arm for the second time, a huge deep cut right above my elbow. I kept running, I was almost there, only ten more feet. I can do this, I motivated myself again.

I reached the other side of the pit, and saw the grievers are still behind me and the pit closed, killing them both. I sighed in relief. I hope everyone's safe too.

"RUN! SHANK, RUN!" I heard Minho voice, and smiled a little because my plan worked. I ran, but I couldn't do it fast because of the blood lost. I clung to the wall. Blood seeping through my arm and onto the white t-shirt, and I could feel my heart beat faster.

I heard Minho approaching me, "God, you shucking shuck!" He said as he grabbed me and picked me up, starting to run. He ran down corridor after corridor, his arms securely around my body. There was no griever behind us, I sighed in relief.

"You're a handful, you know that?" He breathed, continuing to run down each corridor. I couldn't do anything but stared ahead. Minho's face was bruised and scratched up, his hair is all over the face. " I have to stop," He stopped running, leaning his body against the wall. His arms were shaking, like they were about to give up, because of me.

"You can put me down." I told him, and he looked at me wide eyed and shook his head, "I can run on my own. I don't want to slow you down."

"Shuck no! Might as well have a good challenge before we shucking die," He commented, I didn't reply.

He set me down to the ground, and sat next to me, relaxing his head and moaned, "I hate this,"

"Me too, slinthead, me too."

"Guys?!" I snapped my head to the side, and saw Thomas. Thank heaven, he is safe.

Trying to get up, I leaned in to the wall for support. "THOMAS!" I choked up.

"Ugh," Minho said as he saw me struggling to get up, he picked me up again. Thomas was right next to us running.

My vision began to get blurry. "This one's losing a lot of blood." Minho told Thomas, he looked at me concerned, and he gulped in response.

"Hang in there, Livvy." Thomas told me, and I tried to mouthed the word okay but all I was able to do was slightly open my mouth.

Thomas ran in front of us abruptly, making sure the path was clear, but then Thomas stopped abruptly and Minho crashed into him dropping me to the floor.

"There's a griever coming down here!" Thomas yelled, beginning to turn around. Minho inhaled and exhaled heavily, he was almost worn out.

"SHUCK." He panicked as he turned the other way.

I could barely see anything, but a griever next to us. Minho and Thomas were hiding, I tried to move, but I couldn't.

The griever was a foot away from me, and struck me again in the left leg, but this one is different, it stung. I screamed in agony as I felt weaker and weaker.

"We can kill them," Thomas said, "Minho, grab Liv."

"Don't." I forbid him, he hesitated at what I said. The griever went right past at me, to the boys. I was done and it knew that.

"GO!" I ordered them, Thomas looked back at me, sadness in his eyes. I mouthed him GO. They were out of my sight, leaving me behind.