"I can't believe you told him that!" I scolded Newt, as he got up from the bed and he quickly dressed himself.
"Well, he already caught us. What else was I supposed to say?" Newt asked me.
"Anything but we're both naked." I scuffed.
Newt rolled his eyes, as he picked up my clothes from the floor, before handing them to me.
"I think he had already put two and two together." Newt spoke softly to me.
I grumbled, as I quickly dressed myself.
I stuffed the little wooden bird into my pants pocket and I grabbed my notebook.
"Now, you stick with Minho until I finish helping fry with breakfast." Newt spoke seriously, as he opened his bedroom door.
"Mhmmmm, but what if I don't?" I asked jokingly as the two of us began to walk down the stairs.
Newt huffed loudly.
"I was serious when I said you need a set of eyes on you. And while I'm helping Frypan, you'll be with Minho. Quit being stubborn." Newt chuckled at the end.
As the two of us got to the bottom of the stairs, there stood Minho and Frypan.
"Looks like you two had an... eventful night." Minho joked, with a large smile on his face.
I could feel my cheeks instantly grow red and hot.
"Yeah, yeah. Let's go, Fry. We've got work to do." Newt said changing the subject.
Frypan followed Newt out of the homestead.
Minho and I sat down on the floor, and got to work.
We drew up any and every map change and cycle we could think of.
We had paper everywhere, scattered around us.
"Did they find anyone this morning?" I asked Minho.
Minho looked at me for a moment, before he shook his head 'no'.
"Shit." I mumbled.
Minho let out a little laugh, as he continued on with his work.
"What are you laughing about?" I asked him, as I cracked a smile.
"You're the only one here that doesn't say the words like 'slint' or 'shank' and so on." Minho smiled.
"Yeah, because I remember the real words like shit and fuck. If I remember them, I might as well use them. Besides, I never like the sound of your guys words anyway." I giggled.
Minho paused for a moment.
"What else do you remember?" Minho asked me softly.
Minho wasn't usually a very soft spoken person, so I knew he was serious.
I slowly closed my eyes, taking in a long deep breath.
I searched in the very back of my mind for any and everything I could find.
Any spark of anything that had to do with anything before the maze.
"Loud blaring train horns, the smell of gasoline, the taste of a cold bowl of ice cream, cold snow, and the smell of rain on pavement." I listed off, before I slowly opened my eyes.
"How..." Minho looked at me in shock, "I can't remember a shucking thing."
"It comes in waves I guess. Sometimes I'll hear something or see something that reminds me of something before the maze. I didn't remember events or people, but I do remember those things." I told him, as I began stacking up my papers neatly.
"Well, it's better than nothing. I mean, the rest of us only remember our name and that's it." Minho sighed.
"Sometimes I just try so hard to remember anyone from before. I sit there and think and think and think, but I don't remember. I just want to remember someone, anyone. " I admitted to him.
Minho looked at me with a face of remorseful.
"I understand. But, you can't keep doing that to yourself. We need you and your brain to help us get out of here." Minho said back.
My heart fluttered a bit at what Minho had said.
We need you.
"Looks like you two got to work rather quickly." Newt walked in with two plates.
He handed one to Minho and then one to me, before he sat down in front of us.
"Yeah, that went quicker than I expected." I said, as I dug into my plate.
"Yeah, it did." Minho replied, as he began eating as well.
"So, what's the plan?" Newt asked me.
The two of them looked at me, as they waited for my answer.
"Once Thomas wakes up, we gather people and weapons. We see what pattern the maze is in and go to where Minho and Thomas found that griever hole." I told them.
"Weapons? You expecting a fight out there?" Newt asked.
"Well... we would be going right where the griever's live...." Minho chimed in.
"Even if they aren't there, I'd rather be prepared." I told Newt sincerely.
Newt nodded slowly.
"What about the people that don't want to go? I mean surely there will be a fee that aren't willing to go." Newt spoke again.
"Well, you can lead a horse to water, but you can't make him drink." Minho shrugged.
"You're both right. There will be people that won't agree, but we can't force them to go." I sighed.
My eyes bounced between the two of them for a moment, before I spoke again.
"What about tonight? I'm sure those grievers are going to come back." I said, as I looked to Newt.
"Before the sun goes down, everyone is to report back to the homestead. We lock down just like we did last night. I'll grab a few speakers from the weapons room just incase." Newt told us.
...
As the sky grew dark, the rest of us gladers went back to the homestead.
We locked ourselves inside.
But, it didn't take long for the grievers to find us.
They again busted another hole in the side of building.
They grabbed whoever they could get their claws on.
The group of us fought to save everyone and pull everyone they grabbed back, but they were too strong.
As the last griever took ahold of their last victim, we all rushed up to it, trying to pull the Glader away from its grasp.
I got caught it the crossfire of someone, taking a hard blow to the back of my shoulder and the side of my head.
I was knocked down to the floor, as my vision spun.
I watched as the griever took them, before returning back to the maze.
I let out a low groan, as someone pulled me to my feet.
My vision was going blurry.
My hearing was distorted.
"I told you to get back!" Newt yelled at me.
"Theyyy toooook them..." I managed to say.
My words all seemed to slur together as I spoke.
Whoever hit me, hit me good.
It was hard to concentrate on anything.
Man, my shoulder hurt.
I reached up, grabbing my left shoulder with my right hand.
Newt grabbed the neck of my shirt, and pulled it down over my shoulder.
Hit mouth moved, but the sound of his words seemed delayed before I heard them.
"She got stung! Get her up stairs!"
That was the last thing I heard, before I blacked out completely.