Newt and Sonya - There's no way

Group A - Newt

Before Newt knew what he was doing he found himself in the maze, he was distinctly aware of Alby and a few others screaming at him, just before the doors closed. What have I got myself into? He thought. Newt was terrified. What have I done, what have I done? He chided in his head. Regretting his decision wasn't going to fix anything. He started to think of what to do. Minho he thought, I have to find Minho. He started jogging, he winced as every step hurt awfully. He took Minho's route, which was thankfully the same one as his when he was a runner. He ran for about twenty minutes before he had to stop, normally he could have run easily for about an hour, but his limp was making it impossible. He hadn't encountered a griever so far, for which he was immensely grateful. After wrapping his ankle in a vine of ivy, he started walking the route. All the while hoping Minho was alright. The last and only person who was stuck in the maze at night was never found. Newt was thinking of all the possibilities of why Minho didn't show up, trying to avoid the bad ones. Lost. Minho never got lost. He knew his route like the back of his hand. He was just thinking of another possibility when he heard a low rumble. 

The maze changes. 

He knew it did, it was still absolutely terrifying to hear those sounds. Newt was about to run the other direction when another wall moved, this time much closer to him, the floor shook throwing Newt backward. He fell and hit his head hard on the ground sending a wave of pain through him. He stumbled back up and ran as fast as he could away from the movement of the walls, white-hot pain shot through him as a sharp piece of stone opened up a large cut in his arm,  his leg stung with every step but he ignored it, he ran for what seemed like hours, but was probably not more than thirty minutes before the noises behind him stopped. Newt ran for another ten minutes, just in case, his vision was beginning to blur at the edges. He put his hand on the back of his head and felt a warm sticky substance. Blood. He must have hit his head really hard because he was starting to feel dizzy too. Great  He thought, there was no way he'd be able to find his way now. Slowly, he started making his way down the right path, usually, he had this day off from running because he didn't know this part of the maze. He kept track of the directions in his head. After another quarter-hour, his vision was almost completely obscured, and the floor seemed to sway under his feet. He heard footsteps behind him Minho he thought, he was just about to turn around when his legs gave out, 

"Hey!" a muffled voice shouted as strong arms caught him and propped him against the wall. "What-" he started but the voice came again. "Shh, don't talk", this time he could hear more clearly, he was fairly sure it was a girl. A girl? He blinked a few times to try and clear his vision-and it worked, just a little bit- he looked up at her, she had blonde hair and blue eyes, like the little girl in his dream. "What-Who are you?" He asked again. "I told you not to talk idiot," she said as she wrapped a bandage around his head. "Okay, now you answer me first, who are you?" She said, her voice was stern. "Newt," He said, his head still hurt, but less. "Who are you?" he asked her. She didn't answer "Where are you from? How did you get here?",  He knew that if he didn't answer her questions she wouldn't answer his. "I'm from the glade," he said, "I came here because one of my friends hadn't made it back in time." He saw her think for a moment, his vision was slowly coming back to normal. 

"But- that's not possible, I'm from the glade and there isn't a single boy there." 

"There isn't a single girl at my glade" 

"Something is changing, it definitely is." 

They sat in silence for a while, he finally got a good look at the girl, she was covered in dirt and had a bandage around one palm, "You're a runner" He said, only runners and med-jacks got bandages.

"And so are you?" She asked

"I was before I got hurt" 

She looked at his bloody ankle for a moment then nodded.

"Well, we better get going, if we want to stay alive, ever heard of grievers?" She asked

"All the time," Newt said

"Can you walk?"

Newt nodded, he tried getting up but was immediately hit by a wave of dizziness, he was trying not to let it show, nevertheless Sonya noticed, and without a word took Newt's arm and put it around her neck, Newt murmured thanks, and walked alongside her trying to put most of his weight on his good leg. They walked in silence, giving Newt time to think, What was going on? An entire year had gone without them seeing any girls, but then again, no one was ever stuck in the maze and came back. Maybe something opened up every night? Maybe the creators were letting them out? And most of all, this girl. She looked so familiar, he was sure she was the girl from his dream, but why was he dreaming of her. Did she feel a connection to him too? Is that why she was helping him? A scream interrupted him from his thoughts he looked at Sonya, she looked terrified. "Beatrice" she whispered. They turned around to look behind them, for a minute nothing came, then they saw it, something both of them wished they would never have to encounter.