(Your POV)

Things went on as usual in the Glade, only different in the fact that Newt confessed his love to me and he received the same response.  I had forgotten about everything else and I still always get lost when I'm thinking about him, and his brown eyes, and messy hair...

Yeah. Let's hope no one gets lost in the maze today.

Did I mention that? My first "by myself" day in the maze! Of course, I will be running with Minho, but I will have a different section to cover while he runs section 5 today. And also, of course, Newt might have a heart attack. He kept pacing around the doors, muttering to himself and looking nervously at me. He needs to chill. Yes, I love him, but he needs to let go and relax for a change.

The maze walls seemed so high and vast today, and For some reason I couldn't get the strange thoughts it of my head that something was wrong. I mostly shook off the feelings until I rounded a corner and screamed.

A Griever stood in front of me as I immediately halted in my steps.

A bloody shucking Griever.

I didn't move for about five seconds before breaking into a dead sprint back to Minho's section of the maze. But Grievers are way faster than me, obviously, and I felt something clamp around my waist before hitting something hard and going black.

Why did it have to be a Griever?