I groaned as I pulled myself up from the hard Maze concrete floor. I checked myself over to make sure I didn't have any broken bones or cuts and noticed that I had my throwing knives. Excellent. I helped Thomas up and glanced at Minho, who sat defeated next to Alby's still body.

"Good job. You just got yourselves killed," Minho growled. I chose to ignore him and crawled over to Alby's almost dead form.

"You're welcome. I was just trying to help," Thomas growled.

"Minho," I whispered. The Asian boy looked up at me, and I saw pain in his eyes. "What happened?"

"I did what I had to do," Minho muttered and and after a while, "Let's just say the Grievers can play dead really well." I glanced at Thomas and then began to study Alby. His pulse was definitely weak, but it was still there. I touched his forehead and then propped him up.

"Wait, I'm confused," Thomas frowned. I had forgotten that Thomas was still the Greenie. Even though I had only been in the Glade for a couple months, I still had a feel around the Maze, and Minho had been running the damn thing for years. What was Thomas going to do? He seemed fast enough but, he had no weapons and no experience.

Ignoring Minho, who was rolling his eyes and being a sarcastic little shuck, I said, "The Grievers. They sting us, Thomas."

"But is he going through the Changing?" I sniffed as images of Ben writhing on a bed in the Med-hut appeared in my mind.

I took a steady breath and said, "No. That's only after they get the serum." Minho stood up and crossed his arms. "You've got a lot to learn, shank."

"Hey, come on Minho. He's still the Greenie," I scolded him and looked down at Alby and then back at Minho. I leaned down and started observing our leader again. We couldn't leave him behind; Newt and everybody else would kill us. No. But I'd be too consumed with guilt and so would Thomas and Minho. After hearing the two boys argue over and over about dying and what not, I finally stood up.

"Guys, we should probably get going soon," I interrupted and pulled out one of my knives.

"Yeah, she's right," Minho agreed and nodded. "Grab those smelly suckers." Minho grabbed Alby's arms and nodded at his feet.

"What?!" I cried.

Minho growled back, "We gotta carry him over to the Door. Give them one body that's easy to find in the morning."

"That's bullshit, Minho, and you know it," I shook my head and stopped Thomas from stepping forward. The three of us all turned around as we heard a creaking noise come towards us. My eyes grew wide with fear and I glanced at Minho.

"We have to hide his body, Minho. Or something."

"No! We're all going to die if we don't run or something!" Minho shouted!

"We can't just leave Alby! He's our leader!" I screamed and poked a finger into the Keeper of the Runner's chest. He grabbed my hands and drew me towards him. Not in any romantic way, but like a crazy man who was about to kill someone.

"Get the fuck of off me," I yelped and flipped him over my shoulder. Breathing heavily, Minho put his head in his hands and let out a low groan.

"I'm sorry, Lizzy. But we have to split up. It's our only chance. Just…just keep moving. Don't stop moving!" And with that, the boy who I had thought was a friend turned and ran off.

Newt's POV:

She was gone. Just like the rest of them. Wiping at his face with a cold wash cloth, Newt put his head in his hands and sighed.

"Newt? You in there?" the blonde boy looked up to see Clint standing in his room with a concerned expression.

"Yes?" Newt said coldly.

"Sorry," Clint sighed. "It's just…Gally. He says he needs to talk to you, but Bill convinced him to leave you alone for a while."

"Alright. Thank you, Clint."

"She'll be back, Newt. She's strong," Clint reassured Newt.

"I really hope so."

Lizzy's POV:

"Shit," I muttered and pulled Alby up.

"What the fuck are we going to do?" I growled. "Damn you Minho!"

"Sh," Thomas whispered and then said, "Lizzy, the vines." We managed to wrap and secure the vines around Alby and started to use another couple of vines as a pulley. We were almost done when I heard the noises of the Griever come closer and closer. Low moans and clangs and buzzes filled the air. And after a while, they got closer and closer.

"Thomas," I whispered. "We should go."

"No! We can't just leave Alby," Thomas almost shrieked.

"I know, but we'll die if we don't…wait…hide," an idea popped into my mind and I nudged my head towards under the vines. We slipped under the vines and held our breaths as a Griever made its way over to us. Clang! Clang! Clang!

Our groups tightened on the vines that were the only thing that held up our almost dead leader, and I covered my mouth with one hand. When the Griever finally made its way past us, we slipped out and let out a long breath.

"They'll be more," I told Thomas. "Trust me." We rushed to finish pulling Alby up, but man was he heavy.

"Come on," I muttered and pulled. We were just about done when we heard another Griever. No. Three. And this time I knew we wouldn't be able to hide.

"Alright, we gotta go," I pulled at Thomas.

"No! We have to finish this first!" In a couple of seconds, Thomas and I managed to tie a big knot of vines together just in time to face the Grievers.

"Lizzy," Thomas whispered and reached for my hand.

"Run."

Sorry for the long wait! School's ending soon so I've got a lot of tests. Reviews are much appreciated!