Our Shebean (Newt x Reader)

"i know." (8)

The group who went into the maze, u including you, ran back to the glade as quick as possible. Jeff and Minho helped carry Alby's limp body while Thomas led the way. You could see the look on everyone's faces. Winston was in total shock, Chuck was on the verge of breaking down and crying, Newt was trying to calm everyone down but he was also frightened. You were afraid, of what happened if the walls closed, or if Alby died before you guys could make it. "Another left! Here!" Thomas shouted as the rest of the group followed. "y/n...you bloody killed a griever!" Newt said, catching his breath. You let out a small chuckle, trying to lighten up the mood. "i guess it was just because...it was gonna hurt Chuck next and I couldn't do that. I already got Alby hurt," you said as you continued to run forward and looked to the ground. "hey that wasn't your fault at all!" Newt said as he quickly caught up. You let out a sort of sarcastic smile and just faced the front.

"y/n, take the lead, lemme take over for Jeff," Thomas said, walking back to help Minho with Alby's body. Jeff came up next to Winston and you started to yell out directions. "guys...GUYS! Listen! The walls...the walls are closing!" Chuck said as everyone stopped to listen for a minute. The sound of the rusted walls coming together frightened everyone. Their bodies were frozen, "COME ON LETS GO!" You finally yelled as you motioned them to keep coming. Everyone regained reality and continued to run. Minho and Thomas were sweaty while carrying Alby's weight. Chuck was tired because he was never a runner. Jeff was scared and just kept murmuring things under his breath. Winston was trying to stay focus but even he was afraid of what could happen. Newt attempted to keep smiling at you, because everyone knew his smile could light up the world. You tried to be the tough one and the leader. You saw light. The exit of the maze. The Glade.

"RUN!" "LETS GO!" "HURRY YOU GUYS!" The rest of the glader shouted and cheered as they saw you guys running toward them. Everyone sighed in relief and you stood by the wall, outside the maze, pushing everyone to the crowd and making sure they made it. "ok, Jeff...Winston...Chuck... Newt...Newt..." You said in between breaths. You were missing three people as you whipped your head toward Thomas, Minho, and Alby. "Come on hurry!" You yelled as they looked like they were gonna collapse. Your face turned from relief to worry. The crowd of gladers yelled, "DROP HIM!" "HURRY UP THOMAS! MINHO!" "LET HIM GO!" You looked back at the crowd. At Newt.

"i'm sorry.." you mouthed to Newt as he reached for your shoulder, but you were too fast. You ran at full speed, through the walls, right before getting crushed. The walls closed shut and you could hear the echos of the gladers words. Especially Newt's faint screaming. You panted as you walked over to the three boys. "Good job...you just killed yourself..." Minho said as you laid flat onto the ground. You could hear the grievers' shrieks echo throughout the entire maze.

"i-i...couldn't...just leave...you guys," you said during breaths. "if you're expecting a thank you, it's not coming," Minho said in the sassiest voice ever. You just rolled your eyes and looked at Albys limp body. "we gotta hide," Thomas finally said as he stood up and motioned Minho and you to do the same. Minho's face was sweaty and tired, don't forget out of breath. "Since we're all pretty tired, let's first hide Alby's body...we can't carry him everywhere." You explained as you put your hands on your hips and stood up. Minho got up as well, "so how do we hide him?" He questioned. "we could pull him up onto this wall, using these vines!" Thomas exclaimed, holding one of the vines. You smiled, "you're a smart guy, thomas." He smiled back, "Ok cut the crap and let's do it," Minho said as he brought Alby's body over.

You heard a griever's whirring and steps getting closer. "guys...GUYS, it's coming," was all you could say as you looked at the two boys' faces and then back at Alby. "I'm sorry," Minho muttered as he let go of the vine and ran around the corner. "MINHO!" You yelled as you pulled with all your weight. Minho was strong and fast, so he was the one who held onto the vine the most. Without him, it was nearly hopeless. "come on y/n...just a little it more," Thomas whispered as the griever got closer and closer.