Newt x Y/n - Maze Runner

-21-

Then we got interrupted.

Again.

"Right, before this disgusting klunk gets any more disgusting, I'm going to need to steal Y/n real quick."

I looked over my shoulder and standing at the entrance of the gardens with his arm crossed over his chest and finger pointing at Newt and I with a very judgmental and klunk gobbling smirk was Minho.

Thomas stood beside him, same face as he attempted not to laugh. He lent most of his weight on his left leg. His dark hair sticking to his sweat covered four head.

I glared at the pair of them, watching as they stared at Newt and I who remained in our hug. As I sighed, Newt's arms slowly moved from around my waist, the cold air around the glade rushing onto my skin where his arms and once been.

"What?" I asked, walking towards the two who giggled at me before there faces turned serious and they started to jog, motioning for me to follow as they made their way to the runner hut in the woods.

The large wooden door slid to a close and the three of us stood with our hands resting on the table, feeling my fingers brushing the edges of the maze sculpture in the middle.

I looked across the table at Minho who stared down at the wooden maze in front of us.

"We have an issue." He started, mapping the maze with his eyes for the 1000th time.

I furrowed my eye brows and tilted my head, "Which is?"

"The grievers."

Thomas began and Minho finished.

"For some reason, they have decided that they want to be out in the day. Roaming the maze and looking for us."

"Did you run into one?" I lent further into the table, my knuckles turning white as I balled my fist.

"Yes. And I think it was the same one that did that." Minho nodded towards my bandaged arm causing me to thin my lip and hunch over, "Your knife was sticking out from it's eye and black goo was still seeping from it."

"Good job with that stab by the way." Thomas and I shared a low laugh before Minho spoke again.

"But why are they out in the day? And what do we do."

I looked down at the map of the maze, "Where in the maze did you see it?"

Minho followed my gaze and pointed to a long corridor close to section 7, the same area I had been attacked.

"Well we need to tell Alby. And we need to figure out where they are coming from and what we can do to protect ourselves because I'm sorry but I am not lugging your fat ass back to the glade from all the way in section 7, mate." I spoke, looking up at Minho who smiled at me.

"That's reassuring."

I smirked sarcastically at him and looked down again, "Well if we keep seeing them in section 7 then there must be some sort of nest that they have there. We need to go and explore it tomorrow."

"What? No we can't go to the same place you got attacked and we escaped the griever."

"So you just want to be stuck in the glade for another 3 years. Now dealing with the grievers being loose during the day? They are going to get more adventurous, they are going to get more pissed and soon enough they are going to find the glade whilst the doors are WIDE open. We can't just wait around for them to find and kill everyone." I smacked my palm down against the table, watching as Minho carefully inspected me.

"She's right Minho. As much as I hate to admit that Y/n is right. We have to find and way out. And fast."

I nodded along with Thomas, watching as Minho sighed and thought through everything we had said.

He hung his head before looking back up at us, "Ok, but we bring extra knifes and we each carry a spear. We NEVER stop running and as soon as we see a griever. We leave."

Thomas and I agreed but the conversating was cut short by the smell of Frypan's food wafting into the hut, distracting all of us as a harmonized growl from all our stomachs echoed through the hut.