"Run with me today." Minho says as we stand together in front the maze doors. Today we woke up to a strange sky, the sun completely missing, a cold grey ceiling in its place. I always knew something was off about the sky in the glade, it never rained and the sun never looked quite right, it was just a little too orange. But sun or no sun, we still had a maze to run. The strange 'weather' however, had Minho insisting that I run with him.

"I can't Minho, plus you've got Thomas to look out for." I answer.

"You can help me with him, Pleeeeaaassee Sky, run with me?" He begs, grabbing my hand. He stares at me wide eyed until I give in.

"Oh fine, but it's your fault my section didn't get run." I say, lacing our fingers together. Its not like I was going to find anything anyways.

"Okaayyy." He says, finally happy at getting what he wanted. "Actually we are going to run your section, I think it would be good for Thomas to see a new one, plus, I'm the keeper anyways so who cares."

"Ya, ya lets go." I say, but in reality I'm glad to run with him, between everything that's happened, we haven't exactly been spending a lot of time together. I am eager to get away from the eerie silence of the glade, as if somehow I can run away from the feeling that we are quickly running out of time. The feeling had resurfaced this morning, fueled by the quiet, panicked chatter that filled the air. Work had started hours late, and only after a lot of yelling from Newt and Alby. Nothing like the sun disappearing to disrupt your schedule. Every thing was off-kilter and I was eager to get away from it.

"Come on greenie." Minho says waving Thomas forward with his other hand.

"Good luck today Thomas, I feel very sorry for you." Kate says, the opening doors almost drowning out her comment.

"What do you mean?" Thomas asks, frowning at her statement.

"Running with both of them, yikes." She answers, faking a shudder. Thomas is two naïve to know she's joking, and looks at us nervously as we take off running.

"Oh shut up Kate, at least he doesn't have to run with you." I retort, rolling my eyes.  Poor Thomas looks like a deer in the headlights, caught in the middle of our argument.

"Whatever shuck-face." Kate says, before turning into her section.

Once we've run awhile, Thomas speaks up. "Is she like your enemy or something?"

"Naw, she's my best friend." I answer laughing. "We all joke around a lot, you'll get used to it."

"It didn't sound like you were joking."

"We were, trust me, it's normal." I say turning my head half way around to look at him.

"Sky watch where you're going!" Minho yells, but it's too late, I run straight into the corner of the wall, hitting my head hard on the stone before falling to the maze floor.

"Owww." I mumble, sitting up and rubbing my forehead. As if my face wasn't messed up enough already.

"You ok?" Minho asks, offering me his hand.

"Ya I'm fine." I say, letting him pull me to my feet.

"You are the clumsiest person sometimes." He laughs, shaking his head. I'm about to respond when I notice someone missing.

"Shuck where's Thomas?" I ask spinning around to look for him. It's never good when someone disappears in the maze, but knowing Thomas, he probably just wandered off.

"Dang it, Thomas! Thomas where the shuck did you go?!" Minho calls out sprinting down the next corridor.

"Over here!" Thomas says, his voice distant, as if he's lost in thought. We follow the sound until we find him, standing near the edge of the cliff.

"I told you to stay with us! You can't just wander off Thomas, you could get killed!" Minho yells, yanking Thomas away from the edge by his backpack.

"What is that?" Thomas asks, ignoring Minho's scolding. Always the curious one.

"Don't get your hopes up, it's just a cliff, unless you want to die, you can't get out that way." I say, a bit harsher than I meant to, but false hope is almost worst than no hope. Almost.

"But the grievers..." Thomas mutters.
Confused, I look at Minho, tilting my head in Thomas' direction.

"When we tricked the grievers over the cliff they seemed to disappear in mid-air." He explains with a shrug. "Thomas thinks it could be an exit."

"It can't hurt to test it?" I say, not yet allowing myself to believe we could have actually found something.

"You're not taking him seriously are you?" Minho ask in disbelief.

"It can't hurt to try, you know we have time, so why not?" I say shrugging. "It's probably nothing, but better safe than sorry."

Minho sighs. "Whatever."

"Let's use rocks, we'll throw them off the edge, criss-crossing them until we reach the middle." I say, my mind spinning with ideas. We spend the next several minutes picking up rocks from the maze floor, Minho huffing every few seconds to remind us that he thinks we are wasting time. "Minho, If you do that one more time!" I snap, "I will push your shuck butt off the cliff." He rolls his eyes, but keeps quiet.

"I think we have enough now!" Thomas yells excitedly from the other side of the corridor. We make our way back to the cliff, holding as many rocks as we can carry.

"Ok you first." I tell Thomas. He throws a rock and it flies over the edge, growing smaller as it falls. I repeat his actions on the other side, with the same results.

"See told ya it was nothing." Minho says.

"Oh would you shut up." I groan, picking out another rock.

"I'm just saying-" he pauses mid-sentence when Thomas' rock disappears. It doesn't fall, it disappears, in the middle of the sky.

"Do it again, maybe we blinked." I say, although I highly doubt all three of us blinked at the exact same time. Thomas does and again, the rock disappears.

"You were saying what exactly." I snicker turning around to face Minho, a smug grin plastered on my face.

"How? How did we miss it?" He says, stepping closer to the edge.

"Well the opening is really small." I say after we've thrown a couple more rocks. All in all the opening appears to be about three by three.

"So when we tricked the grievers..." Minho starts, and I can see the gears turning in his head.

"Or not so much..." Thomas adds, the same contemplative look coming over his face.

"That must be where they go every night." I finish, my own mind spinning with questions and ideas.

"The griever hole." Thomas announces.

"We gotta tell Newt." I say picking my backpack up off the ground and throwing it on, eager to get back to the glade. The boys follow suit, and soon were running a little faster than usual back to the glade. Minho runs contentedly beside me, our fingers once again intertwined, a small smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. I can not bring myself to be so happy, even if we did find an exit, I don't think the creators intend for this to be easy, and I don't look forward to whatever they have planned. The sun was already gone, which made it only a matter of time before the plants stopped growing, and something told me that was just the beginning.

We come back to a glade in chaos, people running around in confusion, boys sitting in corners, hugging their knees to their chests, no sign of Newt or Alby.  I stop in front of the doors taking in the scene, knowing something has gone horribly wrong. I glance backwards at Thomas who suddenly looks like he is going to be sick.

"There's Newt and Alby." I say pointing to two small figures, walking out of the homestead. Minho and I take off in a sprint, leaving Thomas at the entrance to the maze.

"Did you guys find anything?" Newt asks desperately, before I can even get a question out of my mouth.

"Actually we did, but what is going on here?!" I answer gesturing to the chaos behind me.

"The whole place is bloody falling apart, we're shucked for good." Newt sighs throwing up his hands. I don't think I've ever seen him this stressed out. "The supply box didn't come today, been comin' up same day for two years, and today it didn't come, everybody's having a bloody heart attack."

"Oh no." I gasp, the without the supply box, we'll last maybe a month, if we're lucky. I was right, we are running out of time.