You can feel the panic spreading. With our leader, Tommy, just standing there dumfounded, people don't know what to do, and I know that there's no way I can control this many people.

All I can do is look after my own little group; Jane, the auburn-haired girl called Clary, and her little brother.

Out of the four of us, they're the ones I have to get out and I have to go everything I can to protect them.

It doesn't matter about me-I should have died two days ago with a bloody bullet in my brain. All my friends think I'm dead, Tommy thinks he's a murderer and the only people who know I exist are standing by me now.

I kneel down and scoop up the trembling toddler into my arms.

"His name's Mikey." says Clary.

"I'm Newt. This is Jane. And you're Clary, aren't you?" I reply.

She stiffens," Only my friends call me that," she says," But you will call me 'Clarine.' Besides, Newt 's not even a real name."

She's perfectly serious about being called ' Clarine' and the absurdity of it and our situation makes me want to burst out laughing and cry at the same time.

But I don't. Instead, I look over at Tommy. He's managed to get himself together and he's just yelled something to Sonya. She starts to run, and the people in front of us in her-our -line run after her.

Jane's leading Clarine by the arm and I grip Mikey tighter as we run. He's shrieking his head off, and I don't blame him.

The ground beneath us is shaking. Large segments of the strong Maze Walls, which a lifetime ago protected us from the monsters which lay within, are falling all around us. I look up nervously. The ceiling isn't going to hold for long.

Sonya slows down a bit; unsure, not obvious enough to scare the younger ones, and I know in that moment that, although she's feigning confidence so that our line isn't scared even more, the Mazes in our groups aren't exactly the same- they have a different layout.

She doesn't know which way to go.

Tommy runs past her, gesturing with his arms, now leading the way. The crowd of people immediately follow like a stampede of wild animals.

People fall down left and right; some manage to get up, others don't and simply lie there.

I push Jane and Clarine behind me so that we're going single file, and I clear a path for them. Jane, I can tell, is forcing down screams. I sidestep a falling rock, and the other two copy me. A man is not so lucky and collapses to the floor. Clarine screams.

Tommy's shouting encouragement to everyone. A surge of pride rushes through me and I think,' This is why Tommy is our Real Leader.'

Then, as if to contradict my thought, he fell feet-first onto the floor; the ground underneath him had just given way. It's all I can do to stop myself shouting out his name. Mikey's whimpering into my ear, Clarine's hysterical and Jane's trying to calm her down. Whilst running.

Tommy scrambles back onto his feet, and a storm of rock and debris from a section of the stone floor that had been jerked upwards, comes raining down. Clarine screams and Mikey copies her. I hug Mikey tighter to protect him from the shower of rocks that's raining down, and I see Jane attempting to do the same with Clarine.

People are collapsing all around me.

I look in front of us. A bottleneck has been created from the continuously rising floor and the shaky wall. Tommy yells us on.

To get through, we're running like packed sardines. Jane whimpers and Clarine grips her hand tighter. I pull Mikey closer to me and take Jane's other hand, trying to give a reassuring squeeze and tell her that it's going to be ok, and that I understand, and I know how hard it is facing your worst fears.

I'm not losing them. Not now.

We're at the Cliff and two wooden boards have been put in place to help us get through to the Griever Hole. A ladder has been put in, which unfortunately wasn't there last time.

Teresa, who's in charge of ushering the crowd down, however, indicates that we need to go down the chute. I know why-to move people along quicker. But why me, of all people?

I stumble. This is it. The part I have been dreading the most. The jump.

"Newt!" Jane yells. Then it dawns on her, and her face clears as she understands.

Heights. My fear.

She and Clarine go first. When they're out of sight, I take a deep breath, hitch Mikey onto my back, look back at the Maze being destroyed around us, swallow, close my eyes.

Come on, I think, Do it for them.

And jump.

The air rushes past me.

Mikey's arms are tight around my neck.

And I'm falling.

My worst fear. Ever since I leaped off those bloody Maze Walls.

In the midst of my terror, I manage to brace my knees for impact.

Please, I think, Please let my landing be soft.

No such luck. We hit the ground hard and the jolt rushes through me, causing me and Mikey to bang heads.

His arms are still tight, locked like an iron collar around my neck, strangling me. I'm choking and the edge of my vision goes black. I reach up and I quickly and firmly unclasp them.

I take a shuddering breath, put Mikey down gently, and fall to my knees. I can hear my heart hammering in my chest as I think about how close I was to getting killed; not only by an avalanche of rocks, but also by a two-year old.

Teresa's at the bottom now with us; Sonya must've taken her place since she's not here. She starts ordering people to make their way through the double doors.

I remember the last time I was here. Remembering telling Tommy that less that half of us had made it, and it that other room.

I remember seeing the Creators for the first time; them controlling Gally, even though we didn't know that at the time, them through him murdering Chuck, only just under an hour of when Alby had been killed.

Us thinking that we were being rescued and things could only get better, How wrong we were.

Tommy scales down the ladder and joins Teresa. Her eyes widen and something behind us. I turn and see that its the Griever pods that contain the Grievers.

A shiver runs through me just at the sight of them. This is soon replaced by a feeling of absolute terror as I realize that the bloody pods are opening up, releasing the Grievers inside.

Teresa yells something to Tommy and he nods running towards the pods.

I see Minho running over to help, and I am relieved that he is alive. Teresa is trying to find something to fight with. I nod, reassured. If anyone can fight a whole load of Grievers. It's those three.

I look over at my group. I could help too, but that would mean putting  Clarine and Mikey at risk, but I've seen Minho in action before, and I know that he, Teresa and Tommy can do this.

All I need to do is get Jane, Mikey and Clarine out before the battle happens.