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*THOMAS*

Minho and me were running section seven. We were hanging around the cliff, kicking rocks and looking at the walls.

"Why don't we through something down to see how deep it?" I asked. Minho didn't look very impressed.

"We've tried it. But i don't see why we can't do it again." He said shrugging. He picked up four fist size rocks and began to throw. One... two... three... they didn't seem to land. I started to join in. I threw them at different places. I started in the middle and worked my way left while Minho went right. This was so confusing since i heard none of them hit the ground. I threw my final rock a meter away from the sides edge. Gone. It didn't fall like the rest, it vanished. Minho noticed it awell. He started to throw a couple at the spot. Same each time; vanished.

Minho looked at me as i looked at him. He knew what this meant.

"All this time. I ran around the maze. Thrown rocks down here for days and i didn't find this!" He looked shocked. He must of surprised himself.

"Come on, we need to go tell the others!" He shouted over to me while i still stared down the cliff. He was about 60 meters away. He waited until i caught up and we sprinted back to the Glade.

As we arrived, it was like another normal day in the Glade. Boys working, the smell of Frypan's food. All the same.

Newt noticed us dive minute later. He was sitting on the log stretching his leg. His leg was getting better but he still struggled to walk. I ran over to him eager to break the news.

"Tommy, why are ya back so bloody early?" He stood up, balancing himself. A confused, worried look plastered on his face.

"Newt, I think we've found a way out of this place. Come on I'll show you." Minho sprinted off to the map room. I helped Newt over to there. He leaned on me while he hobble across. I wounder what happened to his leg. I can't ask him though because that would be wrong.

"Okay, we looked around section seven today. We were next t the cliff. Tom... Thomas had a great idea to start throwing rocks down the cliff," Newt looked confused as ever.

"I though you already tried that." Minho was annoyed. His eyebrows knitted together in annoyance.

"Well, shank, If ya let me finish i was getting to that. Anyway, Thomas found a 'vanish thingy like teleporter thing'. I must of been jacked not to see that!"

"So your suggesting we need to go down that trans-" Newt was cut off by a massive noise. A look that meant worried appeared on his face.

"Tommy, help me over to the bloody Box, please." Why to the box. A greenie was due up for another week and a half. Somethings not right.

*MINHO*

The Box's warning sounded. Nearly made me klunk ma pants. It was weird. Nothing should be coming up. Not greenies, not supplies. Supplies would be arriving in three days. I sprinted out forgetting about Newt and Thomas. When I realized Newt still can't walk properly. So i ran back to help. Newt's arms lay over Thomas' and I's shoulders. We were the last people to arrive.

Newt jumped down like he always does. Thomas hopped down with him. We all looked over to see a... girl. What? A shucking girl! Newt keeled down next to the unconscious girl. He saw a bit of paper. He opened the girls hand and un-scrumpled the note. Words in bold, scribily writing said:

"SHES THE LAST ONE, EVER!..."

There was something else on the note but i couldn't read it. Newt had stuffed it in his pocket to quick.

"What the bloody hell does that mean?" The girl jolted up, frightening the Gladers. Frypan put his arms up to push back the Gladers.

"THOMAS!" She sucked in air fast as she said it. Then collapsed back down onto to the floor with a thud.

Everybody turn to stare at him. Gally looked angry as he walked up to Thomas grabbing his shirt with his fist. It went white from the pressure of the grip

"You know her, slinthead?" He voice clearly showing his anger. However Thomas shook his head a gave a quick 'no'.