Third Person Point Of View
All the Keepers and Leaders were gathered to talk about the recent discovery. Minho had discovered a dead griever in the Maze, and everyone was shocked. After much thought, Alby decided that he would accompany Minho in the maze the next day, and study this dead griever himself. So that's what he did. The next day, all the Gladers watched as their leader ran into the Maze with the Keeper of the Runners.
Hours later, everyone was waiting by the Maze, anxiously. Minho and Alby had not come back and the walls were about to close. Y/N fidgeted with her hands as Thomas continuously questioned Newt what would happen if they didn't make it.
"Thomas, will you shut up?!" she snapped, harshly.
"They're going to make it!" her and Newt chorused.
But as the walls began to close, they stood corrected. Gally was crouched close by the Maze, watching carefully for any silhouettes or signs of movement.
"There!" someone shouted.
And sure enough, there were Minho and Alby hobbling towards the walls.
"Something's wrong" Newt realised.
Y/N narrowed her eyes and noticed that Alby's arm was around Minho's shoulders, his body lifeless. It was clear that he was struggling.
"Come on Minho!" Chuck cheered, "You can make it!"
Everyone started shouting encouragment but as the walls began to close, they all feared the worst. At the last minute, Thomas ran into the Maze, causing Y/N to scream.
The next morning, Y/N woke up early and ran to the entrance of the maze, hopeful of the boys returning. She waited for ages and ages until she finally realised they weren't coming back. People started leaving in groups, giving up on waiting. It was only Chuck left when they came into view.
"They're here!" he exclaimed.
Everyone crowded around Minho, Thomas and Alby as they entered the Glade. Y/N rushed to Thomas and he pulled her into a tight hug.
"I thought I'd lost you too" she sobbed into his shoulder.
"Shh, it's okay" he whispered to her, "I'm okay"
She pulled away and saw that Alby was being dragged to the Medhut.
"What happened?" she asked.
"He was stung" Thomas responded, bitterly, "The shucking griever wasn't dead." Her head began to spin so she ran into the deadheads for some peace and quiet. Y/N was sat in her Homestead when the Greenie alarm went off for the second time that month. Her eyes widened in shock before she ran to the Box as fast as she could.
"What's going on?" she asked, as soon as she reached it.
"It's a girl" Newt said from inside the Box.
"What's that in her hand?" Gally wondered, and Newt pulled a piece of paper out of the girl's hand.
"She's the last one" he read out loud, "Ever"
Since the girl came up in the box, the whole glade was in panic mode. Newt and Y/N were trying to reassure people that everything was fine, but it made no difference. Everyone knew something was up, even the two of them. Y/N knew then that being second in command would get even more difficult now that this mystery had unfolded. She wandered over to Chuck who was biting his nails anxiously. She decided to make conversation with him, try to distract him from the recent events.
"What's going to happen to us?" he asked her.
"I don't know Chuck" she answered, "I really don't know"
