His Girl ~ Newt x Reader

C16 - Map Theory

The other day was an eventful day to say the least. Chuck caught Newt and I, I was hoping he could hide the truth. Alby was basically back, he kept going in and out of craziness and saneness, but each day was better. Gally still wasn't very fond of Thomas and Teresa. Anytime I was with either one of them I could always find Gally sending daggers towards them, with his eyebrows furrowed. I wanted to know what he was thinking. Minho seemed really happy recently, I think because him and Thomas are really close to finding a way out. Thomas and Teresa came up with this theory about the maze patterns and how they could possibly be a code. It was impressive to me how Teresa practically solved the maze while only being here about a week without any of her memories, nonetheless ever go into the maze. Lucky guess. Nothing has really changed between Newt and I we're still inseparable (as always) and find time to sneak off together, especially because Alby was more functional now. The box still hasn't gone down and it was started to freak everyone out. The harsh reality of needing to find a way out started to hit. At some point we were going to run out of supplies, what would we do then? Newt was especially nervous. I would reassure him that Thomas and Minho were close, but he has really bad stress and anxiety from the whole situation. He would sometimes have restless nice and constantly keeping rolling over in his slumber, just to wake up with dark circles under his eyes. I was considered and brought it up to Minho who said he would try to help. He also mentioned before I came up the box, Newt struggled bad mentally and was in a dark place. Minho explained he knew how to help him. Minho tried to convince him things were finally looking good and he seemed to get somewhat better.

Currently, Newt and I were waiting patiently at the maze doors for Thomas and Minho to finish their morning run. Newt was deep into thought, biting his nails. "What's wrong," I ask him concerned, placing my hand around his bicep. "I just hope they got more information, we're getting low on supplies and time is running out," Newt sighed. I grabbed my boyfriend's hand, "Well when they come back, we can look at the maps and their patterns again. We can see if we can find something we didn't see before." We were interrupted to the sound of the rhythmic pound of feet hitting the dirt with a thud. "Ugh," Minho gagged, "I just got back from running my shuck ass all day to see you shanks being all lovey." The pair stopped in front of us. Little did they know. Thomas didn't say anything. Instead, he   pushed me away from Newt, forcing me to let go of his hand. "There we go that's better!" He said with a cheesy grin. Minho snickered. I just rolled my eyes, "I'll get Teresa and meet you guys at the map room," "Good that!" Minho saluted, before the trio walked to the Deadheads.

After finding Teresa and heading off to the map room, the five of us began to discuss. "Okay," Thomas eagerly said to the group, "The Runners have always compared these day to day, looking to see if there was a pattern that would somehow help figure out a way to an exit. Minho even said you didn't really know what you were looking for, but you kept studying them anyway. Right?" Minho nodded, arms folded while listening attentively. "Well," Thomas continued, "what if all the wall movements had nothing to do with a map or a
maze or anything like that? What if instead the pattern spelled words? Some kind of clue that'll help us escape." Minho pointed at the Maps in Thomas's hand, letting out a frustrated sigh. "Dude, you have any idea how much we've studied these things? Don't you think we would've noticed if it were spelling out freaking words?" "Maybe it's too hard to see with the naked eye, just comparing one day to the next. And maybe you weren't supposed to compare one day to the next, but look at it one day at a time?" Newt laughed. "Tommy, I might not be the sharpest guy in the Glade, but sounds like you're talkin' straight out your butt to me." I watched them as I tried to understand Thomas, he wasn't making sense but I could understand he was on to something. "Okay, okay," he said, starting over. "You've always had one Runner assigned to one section, right?" "Right," Minho replied. He seemed genuinely interested and ready to understand. "And that Runner makes a Map every day, and then compares it to Maps from previous days, for that section. What if, instead, you were supposed to compare the eight sections to each other, every day? Each day being a separate clue or code? Did you ever compare sections to other sections?" Minho rubbed his chin, nodding. "Yeah, kind of. We tried to see if they made something when put together. Of course we did that. We've tried everything." Thomas pulled his legs up underneath him, studying the Maps in his lap. Thomas looked like a lightbulb went off in his head as he he looked up at the others. "Wax paper." "Huh?" I asked. "What the—" "Just trust me. We need wax paper and scissors. And every black marker and pencil you can find."