Chapter 15:

Avery couldn't sleep that night. She just couldn't. Not with Minho out there. She was worried sick. She didn't even eat that night. Right now she was sitting next to the door. Newt was next to her, worrying about Alby. They were both worrying about Thomas.

"Do you think they will be alright?" Avery asked Newt.

"I don't know. I hope so." Newt said. Avery sighed. Newt put his arm around. "Everything will be okay Avery. I am sure Minho will save them. If anyone knows their way around the maze it's Minho. Tomorrow morning when those doors open, we will both go out and see if they are there. Okay? And they will be there. Because I have hope." Newt said.

"I know. Minho has never gotten lost. I remember my first day as a runner. Minho went to fast and went around a corner that lead to a two way passage. I didn't know which way to go. So I picked the left path, turns out that was the wrong one. I almost killed myself that day, but Minho found me, thank god." Avery laughed. "He got mad at me. He said that I should have ran faster. He was pretty much yelling at me, and I yelled back." Avery smiled. Newt laughed.

"I remember hearing yelling that day. It didn't sound very Griever like, I knew something was up. When you and Minho came back early and I saw the looks on your guy's face. Well lets just say I nearly died laughing. Minho he was so fustrated with you, actually he was beyond mad. He said you had a problem with listening. That you didn't like taking orders. " Newt said. Avery laughed.

"God Newt, I hope your right. I am worried sick about them out there. Now I know how you guys felt when I ran out, but only I was gone for a week. I don't know what I would do if I actually remembered something from being out there." Avery said smaking her fist on the ground.

"Hey, hey, hey." Newt said stopping her hand from making a second smack. "It's alright. Yes everyone here would want you to get your memories back, but it is what it is. You still love ya Avery. Your still the same person we met." Newt said.

"Thanks Newt. Your the best.".

Minho's P.O.V:

The doors had closed to early. They didn't make it in time. Minho looked up when he heard something fall on the ground. He looked up to see the Greenie Thomas.

"Good just killed youself." Minho said. He wasn't getting back to Avery. He was going to die. Minho sat down. Thomas walked over to him.

"What do you mean?" Thomas asked him.

"I mean no one ever survives a night in the maze shuck face. Well no one except Avery and she doesn't even remember what happened out here." Minho said. " Look we need to get out of here."

"We just can't leave Alby. What happened to him anyway?" Thomas asked.

"Well let's just say that 'dead' Griever me and Avery saw yesterday. Wasn't actually dead. Alby started poking it and it freaked out, stung Alby and ran away." Minho explained. "I don't have time for this. We need to go."

"We can't leave him." Thomas' voice rose a bit. Minho sighed.

"He's already been stung. He's not of much use to the Grievers. They will kill us before they even finish his off. I'm sorry but I am not staying." Minho took off and ran into the darkness.

Thomas' P.O.V:

He couldn't believe that Minho would actually run off like that.

"MINHO" Thomas yelled, but nothing happened. What am I supposed to do? Thomas asked himself. Thomas looked around for anything to help him. He looked up and down the corridor. Nothing. Then the ivy on the walls caught his eye.

"Yes." Thomas said. He started tying Alby up with the vines. He need to get Alby and himself up there before any Grievers came. He struggled a bit at first. Then decided to go a few feet at a time while also hauling himself up. He was about half way up the wall when he heard it. The clinking of metal grinding against the stone ground. Thomas picked up the past, carefull not to drop the vines or fall.

About five minutes later Thomas looked back down the corridor. He seen lights. Grievers.

"Great" he whispered. He tied Alby to the wall this time letting go of the main rope. Alby stayed in place. Thomas stayed silent and still, trying to to draw attention. Don't notice me, don't notice me. Was all that was going through Thomas head. The Griever was almost underneath him when it stopped. Thomas held his breath. Don't die Thomas. Whatever you have to do, just don't die. Thomas told himself. He was really scared. Everything stood still for a few moments. Then his heart almost stopped. The Griever continued about it's way. But instead of going down the corridor.

It came up.