Last night was awkward for everyone, with Minho and I doing our best to avoid each other, Newt was left playing messenger as we tried to decide what to do. Not to mention 'avoid' being a relative word, we couldn't actually get more than ten feet away from each other, which just made it all the worse. James wouldn't stop asking me what was wrong, and I not so nicely told him to leave me alone. I know it isn't really his fault that Minho and I broke up, but I can't help being angry at him. Plus, the last thing I want right now is for Minho to see me talking to him again.

For hours I had laid awake, feeling guilty for not talking to Minho, feeling guilty for surviving when so many others didn't, and just feeling guilty in general. I felt like I had something to be guilty for, I wasn't sure what, but I kinda knew I didn't want to find out.

Eventually, I had fallen asleep on the ground, my kitten curled beside me. Newt had found out about the kitten, but to my surprise he had only laughed and told me not to give it too much of my food. Speaking of food, we had decided to stay in the city for at least another day. The plan was to scout it out and check for food and water, which were both running dangerously low.

"Let's split up and head out." Minho yells, pointing to the different groups of gladers scattered about. Each group had been given a specific section, along with a piece of paper and a pencil to map their area. The paper and pencils had all come from my backpack, left overs from running in the maze.

"Everyone meet back here in two hours, earlier if you find anything." Newt adds, shouting over the noise of the wind. About half the gladers are staying back to watch the camp, and in case one of us gets in trouble. I was partnered with Mal, and we now stood side by side, ready to scout the area near where I had found the kitten. I had made a sling for the kitten out of my jacket, with the sleeves tied around my shoulder and the body making a sort of cradle near my hip. It was light, which was good, considering I was now carrying it along with my backpack. The kitten didn't seem to mind, and was contently peeking out from the sling as I went about my morning.

I had drank the last of my water this morning, after pouring some of it in my palm for the kitten. It had happily lapped it up, pink tongue brushing against my hand. The happiness the kitten gave me more than made up for the small dent it made in my supplies. I had named it Kay, in memory of Kate. It was Mal's idea, and even though it made me sad to think of Kate, I had decided it was a fitting name.

"Let's go." I say, starting to jog towards our assigned area. I want to get all sad thoughts out of my mind as soon as possible, and there's no better way than to distract yourself with a job.

"Good that." Mal replies, following me away from the group. It was a risky decision to split up, but scouting the area as a whole group would have taken forever.

After about an hour of searching empty buildings, I was exhausted and disappointed. We'd found nothing, and we were just about to head back.

"Think we should head back?" Mal asks, leaning against the outside of the building we'd just finished checking.

"Ya, I guess." I reply, still upset that we hadn't found anything. Surely WICKED didn't expect us to go all the way with barely any water? They were cruel, but they didn't want us all dead. We'd just started to head back, when suddenly, my kitten jumps out of the sling and takes off running.

"No! Come back!" I shout, chasing after the kitten as it darts into an empty building I hadn't noticed before. The kitten continues to run as I follow behind, climbing over fallen debris and sliding under low hanging ceiling beams. Finally Kay stops, just outside a room, whose only apparent entrance is a small hole where the door used to be, now surrounded by a collapsed roof and walls.

"Good girl, Kay, come here." I say, slowly approaching the kitten in a attempt to capture it again.

"Sky?" Mal calls out, trying to find me in the rubble.

"Over here!" I reply over my shoulder, still inching towards the kitten.

"Oh there you are." Mal says, appearing in the doorway. She moves to the other side, helping me to corner the kitten against the wall. I'm about to grab it, when it suddenly turns around and slips through the hole.

"Ugh!" I groan, slipping off my backpack. "I'm going to get her, watch my stuff." I tell Mal, dropping down on my stomach to crawl through the hole.

"Be careful!"

"Will do." I mutter, dragging myself through the debris. I feel a piece of metal dig into my arm, slicing my skin. As if I didn't already have enough injuries. Sighing, I pull myself the rest of the way through the hole, which opens up into a small room.

"You're almost more trouble than you're worth." I scold Kay, dabbing the blood which drips down my arm. Suddenly I realize what the kitten is doing, it's lapping water out of a small puddle on the floor. Water drips into the puddle from somewhere up above. I follow the drip with my eyes, scanning until I find the source. Sitting on a shelf above my head are dozens of cases full of bottled water. Some have been poked with holes, resulting in the puddle on the floor, but many more appear unopened and unharmed.

"Woah?!" I shout, "Mal! Mal you gotta see this?!"

"What is it?"

"I found water!" I say excitedly, scooping up Kay and heading back towards the hole. I grab as many water bottles as I can carry, rolling them through the hole in front of me.

"Yay!" Mal shouts, picking up the water bottles off the ground. "We have to tell the others!"

"Yeah." I say, scooting the rest of the way into the room. I stand up and dust myself off, returning the kitten to my backpack, and picking up the rest of the waters. Quickly we exit the building, jogging back towards the group.

I'm shocked by what I find when we reach camp. The remaining gladers stand in a tight group, surrounded by limp bodies. I do a quick headcount, relieved when I realize no one is missing.

"What happened?" I shout running towards the nearest glader. I sidestep dead bodies, trying my best not look at them or step on any.

"Apparently, We weren't alone in the city." Winston answers, stepping away from the group. "When we heard you coming, we thought you were more cranks."

"They just attacked us." Aris, one of the boys from group B, chimes in. "It was weird."

"Is everyone alright?" Mal asks, immediately going into med-jack mode. "Are there any injuries?"

"No, I think we're ok." Winston answers, "they were pretty far gone, and easy to beat."

"Are any of the others back?" I ask nervously.

"No, no one else has come back yet." Aris replies. Worriedly I check my watch, in ten minutes, it will have been two hours. I glance at Mal, someone should be back by now.

"Should we go look for them?"

"Wait the ten minutes, if they're not back by then, we will." Mal responds. I nod my agreement.

Much to our relief, everyone trickles back to camp over the next ten minutes. We find out that no one else had found anything, and were just spending every second making sure they didn't miss something. Newt and Minho were the last group back -of course- which nearly gave Mal and I a heart attack. We might be broken up, but I still definitely did not want Minho dead, and Newt is one of my best friends. I'm ashamed to admit that part of my worry was knowing that had something happened to them, I would have been left making the decisions. Something I did not want the responsibility of. It turned out, they had gotten held up by a small group of cranks but had managed to escape.

"So did you find anything?" Newt asks, looking disappointed.

I grin, "yep." I reply, tossing him a water bottle. He looks up at me, shocked.

"Where did you get this?"

"Kay found it." Mal answers, pointing towards the buildings we had just explored.

"Who the klunk is Kay?" Newt asks suspiciously.

"Skylar's Cat." Mal chuckles.

"It was close to where I found her, she must have been using it for a water source." I explain.

"Maybe you're not so bad." Newt laughs, reaching down the pet the kitten. "Is there more?"

"Yes."

"Then let's go."