Run or Die

Chapter 2

I spend the rest of the time I have before newt's tour exploring the glade. I walk over to one section of the glad and see head stones. Then it's time for me to meet Newt at the box, the only place I really know. Newt shows me all around, explaining stuff like the graves. "So Cora." He asks in his beautiful British accent. "How are you liking the glade?" My stomach sinks. I'm not sure what I wanted him to ask me, but that wasn't it. "Uh.. Good. I'd really like to see what is in the Maze."
He shakes his head. "Nope. Only runners are allowed out there. Unless your Thomas." I give him a confused expression. "I'll tell you later. Speaking of the runners, here they come." Sure enough, I see Thomas and another boy that I'm pretty sure is named Minho running through the entrance. "Newt, Alby!" Calls Thomas. I stay in place. "I'll be right back." Newt says before running off. I see them whispering. Gally, the one who looks and trys to act the most in charge is there too. He seems to be getting angry. "How do you know?" I hear. Lots of more shouting follow, but there is so much if it I can barley make out what they're saying. When Newt comes back to me, he seems angry as well. He lookes cute when he's mad. No! You barley know him. I tell myself.  "What was that all about. " You know those monsters I was telling you about, Grievers, well Thomas and Minho killed one. They found something in the body and traced it back to a part of the maze we've never seen before." Wow. I'm not sure if that's good or bad.  "Why was Gally so upset, doesn't that mean a why out?" This seems to make Newt even more mad and I instintly feel bad. "He's afraid that something bad will happen. He blames all our problems on Thomas. And yes, this could mean a way out." Then there is a busy of air and the rest of the runners come in. I hear what I think is a horn. "Guys! All the gladers need to report to the main exit! Now!" Alby shouts. "Uh oh. We better go." Newt grabbes my hand and we run off.  "Man! You could be a runner." He says. "Yeah, if we make it." Says Alby. "The doors aren't closeing." There are murmurs. "See, this is all Thomas's fault. Now Grievers are going to come into our glade and kill is all." Said Gally. Newt was right, he did blame everything on Thomas. "Bloody hell. Gally, pull your self together shank! Everyone, go get as many weapons and torches as you can. Baracade the doors. Go now!" Newt yells and everyone is off in a hurry. We barley have time before I hear metal aginst metal. I look to the doors and see big black half machine spider type creatures.  Bloody hell indeed.