"Shit. Shit. Shit!" The only words to escape my mouth but only few in my head. I stood there, still, situated on the closed wall in front of me - wanting it to open again but knowing that it would take time, that's if it would open again. But there was no time to stand still; as Thomas said, it was the first time in 2 years that the walls opened again so who knew what could happen next?

Sunfall was gradually approaching and if another wall were to open then it would give the Grievers plenty of opportunity to attack.

I soon found myself back in the treehouse after collecting the last of the supplies and rations we had. If anything good came out of the wall opening it was the fact that we had opportunity to get more supplies - for the past year we had stuck to a strict diet to ration everything we had.

As I sat at the top of the treehouse thoughts passed through my mind, questions about Ashleigh and Thomas, scenarios about what could be happening the other side. Why would they leave? Leave me alone? Alone to survive by myself? Alone, potentially for the rest of my life? Are they still alive? Did they escape? All the questions became too much, so as I led back on the wooden flooring high in the trees, I soon found myself drifting into the abyss.

I must have been out for at least a few hours before waking again, for by the time my eyes had opened again night had fallen and silence had settled in the Glade. But, it was only seconds after I had re-gained the motions of being mobile that a deadly, robotic CRGHHH filled the land around me. Sitting up like a bolt and quickly peering over the edge of the tree-house, I was left looking down at the dim grass - nothing. Moments later I found myself back on the ground hoping to find a returned Thomas and Ashleigh but still, I was completely isolated from them by the sky-high wa-

Walls. Wait!? Over in the right edge of the Glade another door had opened! But the sound I had heard wasn't a door opening?

"Thomas!?" Yelling at the top of my voice, hoping for an answer, but not receiving one "Ashleigh!?" - again, nothing.

I began to make my way swiftly to the opening in the wall, hoping to find the two on their way back into the Glade. Walking, Pacing then running, it couldn't have been more than a couple of minutes until I had reached the opening. Again, passed the opening to the wall led you into one of the concrete corridor-esque entrances to the maze, with grass vines swinging from one end to the next as well as climbing the walls from bottom to top. The maze was dark, dimmed and fortesque with shadows. And the sight perplexed me, halting me, it made me want to enter but at the same time stopped me from moving an inch. The maze both terrified me and excited me, but despite all this I knew I couldn't go in.

Then suddenly another CRGHHH filled the air, louder than before, snappier than before. However this time I came to realise, the noise was coming from inside the maze - inside the mystery and inside the shadows. And then with that that thought, an appearance from something inside the maze, at the end of the first corridor presented a terrifying sense within me. There, several meters into the maze, appeared a slug like creature, with robotic legs stemming from its side. Green goo dripped from every angle of the creature, especially from its sharp teeth ridden mouth that roared as it turned the corner, causing the deadly sound I had heard twice before.

A Griever.

In seconds the creature had sighted me, and as it's prey, it started to run, clankly, toward me.

"Shit!" Again, the only the words to escape me as I turned to run back into the Glade, back toward the place I call home and back toward somewhere to hide - or else, I would be killed.