You woke with start only two hours later. 

"Hey lovebirds! New day!" 

You heard Minho shout through the homestead walls. You feel movement underneath you and looked up, shocked to see Newt waking up and groaning in fatigue. 

"Rise and shine, salamander." 

He only sighed and got up. 

"Good luck in the maze today, Greenie." 

He left the room to get ready for breakfast. 

You sighed, knowing that today you were learning to be a runner with Minho, and to be honest, you weren't excited at all. Grievers, Mazes, pits, doors closing, being late, and dying in general weren't very pleasant sounding to you.

So you got up and got dressed and met everyone at breakfast, including Minho, who reassured you with a but of Minho Sass, but it was reassuring all the same.

About a half an hour later, you, Newt, Ben, and Minho were gathered at the door, assigning pairs. Of course, Minho chose you to go with Newt, smirking. You rolled your eyes at him and waited for the doors to open. When they did, the two pairs split each way and ran.

Thank goodness, neither groups had seen a Griever or other monster. But what you had seen worried you. A scrap of someone's clothes, a shirt maybe. 

"Someone was killed here, Newt." 

He turned around to look and sighed. 

"People always die out here, Greenie. We have to accept it, one way or another. Come on, let's make our way back."

It was nearly dark when you finally came back and the doors shut right after you escaped. Minho walked over just then.

"I mean, unless you're cool with being eaten alive or otherwise killed, which I find amusing yet terrible, don't do that again, okay?" 

You both nodded, sharing knowing glances then looked back at Minho.

"We saw a ripped shirt out there. Some runner must have been killed recently. Has anyone gone missing lately?"

He thought for a second, then nodded.

"Frank. He was always reckless. Usually came right as the doors were closing. Well, one day..."

Newt nodded grimly. 

"...He wasn't so lucky." Minho continued.

You sadly nodded. 

"Well, who's hungry for Frypan's? Haven't eaten since lunch. I'm starving!" 

Both boys laughed, nodding an agreement. 

"Let's race, shall we?" Minho asked, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Let's go!"

You all ran, Ben lagging behind, not having really listened. You swear that kid could zone out more than anyone. 

As it turns out, surprise surprise, Minho won. And he bragged. 

The whole night.

"Hah!" 

He shouted entering the Homestead after dinner. Both you and Newt rolled your eyes at him, not giving one bloody shuck what he was talking about. He soon wore himself out and passed out on his hammock. You and Newt did pretty much the same, asleep in seconds. This had been a long day...