Remember Me (Maze Runner FanFiction: Newt Love Story)

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Someone shook me awake. It was Minho.

“C’mon, we need to leave if we’re going to get back before the doors close, but first we need to get you some supplies.” Minho said.

I followed him back to the arsenal and he tossed me a bag. Inside was a new pair of fancy running shoes just like Newt’s, a wristwatch, and a change of clothes. I quickly changed behind the arsenal, put on the new running shoes which were a little too big, and the wrist watch and I followed Minho to the north gates.

I got that same thrilling feeling as we dashed through the corridors turning every now and then. Thankfully we hadn’t run into any Grievers. After a couple hours we took a short break then continued running.

“You tired yet?” Minho asked.

“Nope,” I replied.

Minho smirked and took off running again.

“Hey!!” I shouted laughing a little. “Come back!!”

I raced down the corridor I had seen Minho run down, but he wasn’t there.

“Minho?” I called.

At this point I was freaking out.

If only Newt was here, I thought.

I ran down more corridors trying to find my way back to the Glade. I turned left and found a Griever making its way down that hall. I hid behind the wall breathing hard.

Great, just my luck, I thought.

I looked back around the corner, and the Griever was gone. I walked down the corridor cautiously looking to see if the Griever was still there. All of the sudden I heard a screech from behind me. I turned my head and saw the Griever sitting on top of the maze’s wall. I raced down the corridor and started zigzagging through the maze, but it was no use. The Griever knew the maze better than me and led me straight into a dead end.

“Newt!!!!” I screamed.

I knew he would never hear me but I had to try. I backed up into the corner watching my life slip through my fingers.

~Newt~

It was almost sunset when Minho ran through the gates. He was breathing hard. I realized Riana wasn’t with him.

“Minho!!!” I shouted running over to him. “Where’s Riana?”

The color drained out of his face.

“Where is she?!?” I demanded grabbing the collar of his shirt.