Escape The Maze (A Maze Runner Story)

9. Alby and Minho

After finishing lunch break, me and Thomas went back to the Gardens and continued to work for a few more hours till Zart told us that we were free to go. My back ached badly from constantly bending over to dig up weeds, bending over to till, and more stuff. Being a Track-hoe wasn't easy work but hey it was way better than being a Slicer.

Soon the light was fading from the Glade at a fast rate and dinner was already done and being served out. I talked with Frypan for a few minutes before he handed me my dinner. Turning around I frowned. I didn't see Newt nor Thomas. Not even Chuck. I walked over to Winston and Zart since they were really the only other two I knew at dinner than the all the others.

" Hey is it alright if I sit with you guys?" I asked a I looked down at my food.

" Sure." Zart replied as he moved over. I smiled and thanked them as I sat down. We ate silently till Clint came and sat down next to Winston.

" Ugh. He won't shucking budge." He said aggravated and worried.

" What's wrong?" I asked. Clint rubbed her forehead.

" Newt. He's worried about Alby and Minho. They haven't come back yet and he's refusing to come eat and demanding everyone to go ahead and eat while he stays at the door. He's been standing there pulling his hair out. Plus Thomas keeps suggesting to send a party but we all know that's against the rules."

" What?"

" Yeah. They should've been here by now."

We all sat silently, eating the rest of our food. I kept looking back up every few minutes to see Newt running from door to door. I know he's panicking but this is ridiculous. Soon I couldn't stand it anymore.

"I can't stand sitting here while he's worrying over them and being stubborn!" I said as I got up.

"I'm going over to watch the Doors with Newt whether he likes it or not."

I went to the West Door to see a pacing Newt running his hands through his hair with Thomas and Chuck besides him.

"Where could they be?" Newt said, his voice thin and strained.

" Newt..." I place a hand on his shoulder. " Why don't we go and find them than having you worry?"

"Bloody he—" Newt started before stopping himself, " I swear you and Tommy are alike. We can't. Okay? It's one hundred percent against the rules. Especially with the buggin' Doors about to close."

"C'mon Newt!" Thomas persisted, "Won't the Grievers get them if they stay out there? We need to do something?"

Newt turned on him, his face flushed red, his eyes flamed with fury.

"Shut your hole, Greenie!" he yelled. "Not a bloody week you've been here! You think I wouldn't risk my life in a second to save those lugs?"

" Newt!" I yelled, defending Thomas. " Pull yourself together. He's only trying to help!"

Newt's face softened as he looked at me then back to Thomas. " Listen, going out there at night is beggin' for death. If those shanks don't make it back ..." He paused, seeming hesitant to say what was coming next. "Both of 'em swore an oath, just like I did. Like we all did. You, too, when you go to your first Gathering and get chosen by a Keeper to never go out at night. No matter what. Never."

Me and Thomas looked over at Chuck, who seemed as pale-faced as Newt.

"If Newt won't say it," the boy said, "so I will. If they're not back, it means they're dead. Minho's too smart to get lost out there. He knows it better than anyone and if he doesn't come back then they're dead."