Finding Hope - Newt x Reader | Book 1

Chapter 5

Sweat trickles down my forehead as I look up at Thomas, looking at us with a shocked expression.

"Good job," Minho gets out between breaths, "you just killed yourself."

You could see the exhaustion radiating off of Minho and I, our shallow breaths and heavy breathing giving it away. I look back at Alby, who laid on the floor unconscious.

"I- what," Thomas stutters.

"Anyone ever told you that nobody has ever survived a night in the Maze, Greenie," I ask the boy as I fall into a sitting position, trying to calm down my breathing.

He gets up and walks over to Alby, kneeling down beside him, "What happened to him?"

"He got stung," I answer, Minho giving me a look that practically says "what kind of idiot is he?"

"What about his head," the boy questions once more. My head perks up as I bring myself to my feet and walk over to Alby's body. I didn't notice it before because I was so focused on getting back to the Glade on time. There was a bump slowly forming on Alby's forehead, dried blood all over the area.

"I did what I had to do," Minho states blankly.

Suddenly, loud noises--the sound of gears shifting--ring through the Maze. The Asian gets up to his feet, taking a few steps down the corridor. 

"Uh- okay, help me get him up," Thomas tells the boy.

"We gotta go, the Maze's already changing," Minho tells the two of us as we stood of Alby's body.

"He's right, Minho," I tell him, "we can't just leave him here."

He slowly turns around, looking at the two of us before reluctantly agreeing. I try helping too, but the two boys deny that offer, explaining how we need someone leading the way and being able to defend all of us as well.

Soon, we were moving along, as quickly as we could. Mine and Minho's bodies were exhausted, and it was becoming extremely clear that we needed a break. We continue speed-walking around the Maze. Eventually, Minho stops and the two boys lean Alby up against a wall in a sitting position.

Screeching is heard from somewhere inside the Maze, and it sounds close to us. Minho looks at Thomas and I, then to Alby. "This isn't going to work," the boy rushes his words, "We gotta go."

Thomas, a stuttering mess, tries convincing him otherwise, "What do you mean? We gotta hide him."

"Where, huh," Minho asks the brunette, clearly stressed out as he paces around.

"What? You're saying there's not a single place we can take him," Thomas pushes, trying his best to save our leader. My mind spirals, not really paying attention to what the boys were saying. I felt like I could pass out any minute.

Minho grabbed Thomas by the shirt, calling him "shuck-face" and other Glader terms while trying to convince the boy that there was no way we could survive without leaving Alby, and that there was nowhere to hide him either. I rub my temples, trying to calm myself down. Surely, we can survive right? I mean, you got--according to Newt--the two best Runners out here. I don't mean to sound narcissistic or something but surely, we can survive. There has to be something we can do. Something. Anything.

I start pacing around, rubbing my eyes and holding a hand to my chest to try regulating my breathing. I'd do anything to get back to that freaking Glade. Anything to see Chuck again. To see Gally throw some random kid out of a circle for that stupid game of his. To eat some of Frypan's cooking.

To see Newt. I would do anything, to look into those twinkling eyes again.

"Clem, get out of that mind of yours and come help us," Minho tells me, pulling me out of my thoughts.