The first thing I could say was, "WE ARE SO TOTALLY F*CKED, DUDES!" Yes, you may say it was a serious matter, but... not for me.

I looked in front of me again, seeing the destruction I caused, then saw Newt, Minho, and Frypan running over, Minho in front.

When they finally reached me, they looked at me like I shouldn't have been here... probably because I shouldn't have.

"How the shuck are you here? Did you crash that car?" Minho asked me.

"I think this made our job harder," Newt said.

"Damn, you managed to klunking cause that car and train crash?" Frypan asked.

"Uhmm... I thought.... I'd provide some help. Okay, that sounds like such a bad excuse. But listen. There's not just one train compartment filled with... children. There's two," I said. "So I had to come here to tell you guys."

"You could've told us that there were two compartments of children before we started," Minho said. He looked a little angry but calm nonetheless.

"Well... I forgot to tell you that before? I know, I'm sorry."

"Well, the real question here is how you knew there were two compartments," Frypan muttered, but it was loud enough for Newt and Minho to hear.

Newt instantly looked at me, and he probably got whiplash because he rubbed his neck one second later. However, he gave me a side eye. "How did you know that?"

"Yeah, it seems really sus...picious, doesn't it?" Minho asked sceptically.

"I only knew that because... I had a dream about it?" I said, lying. The truth obviously was that this whole... thing used to be books and movies for me, and I used to binge-watch them.

"Wait. Are you still having those dreams that predict the future?" Newt asked. I used to blame all my knowledge and 'future predictions' about the maze on dreams and things, which is why Newt asked this question. Minho and Frypan just looked confused.

"Wait...what the shuck do you mean?" I asked, also pretending to be confused.

"Y'know what, I'm also confused," Newt concluded.

"Same here," Frypan replied.

"So am I," Minho said. "So, um... Anyway, we don't have enough time to pick up two train compartments, and we'd need two plane thingies to pick up two anyway, because on the plane thingy, there is only one hook to pick up one train compartment thingy."

"I don't think it's called a 'plane thingy', Minho. It's called a berg," I stated.

"Okay, smart*ss," Minho replied.

"That's rude," I replied. Minho ignored me.

"Okay, so how the shuck do we save both of the compartments of children?" Minho continued.

"Man, I don't know," Frypan replied.

"I don't bloody know either," Newt added.

"So basically, I think we can try to track down both of the compartments, then we open both of them, then everyone from train compartment 1 can go to train compartment 2, then the berg picks up compartment 2," I explained.

"Is there any reason you want everyone to move from 1 to 2? Why can't everyone from 2 move to 1 instead?" Minho stupidly asked.

"2 is a better number than 1," I argued.

"Actually, you just don't like 1 because you never gotten first in anything..  unlike me," Minho retorted.

"Excuse me?" I said. "Yeah, not gonna lie, that was kinda a lowkey roast."

"Okay, let's continue with the plan," Newt ordered.

I looked back at the train. All the guards were now out of the train, and... why were there more guards than there were in the movie? Then I realised.

Thomas and Vince had only been fighting half of the guards on the train in the movies. This was because the rest of the guards were at the front when Thomas and vince were fighting at the back in the movie, since the front half and the back half of the train would have been seperated by now. Since the train had been stopped because of the crash and it was intact, the guards at the front had come out to stop the two.

That was a lot of confusing information to take in, I know, and that probably does not make sense. My whole journal doesn't make sense. I mean, why is it a journal when I'm just stating everything I said and did and all that? Damn, that's a good question. (Newt's telling me to carry on with the story, while Teresa is just checking her nails while I tell you my beautiful story. "Carry on, we don't have time for this," Newt is saying. "And stop writing down everything I'm saying... I said stop!")

As I continued staring, I felt a shove at my shoulder. It was Minho.

"What are you waiting for, shank? Why are you still here? Newt and Fry are already gone," he said.

"Oh right, we need to break the two compartments," I said.

"Yeah." Minho also started running towards the W.C.K.D train.

"Well, I have a gun," I muttered to myself. "...The big guns." I grinned, then took out a pistol from my toolbelt, my index finger resting on the trigger, the rest of my hand gripping the gun handle tightly. I felt used to the grip a lot.

I also rushed towards the train, not running as fast as the others. Spotting other guards, I held up the pistol, my other hand calmly resting on it since it was still injured. With precise aim, I took a headshot at a guard. It hit their ear because the guard had turned away last second.

Half of the guards started to take notice of me. Instead of shooting at them, I focused on the guards going for Thomas and Vince. I didn't have much time to take accurate aim since there were bullets flying at me, but I got a few hits on the guards going for Thomas and Vince. One of them were brutally shot down there... another was met with a headshot.  A third one was hit on the arm.

I looked at what Newt, Fry, and Minho were doing while still slowly running, trying to get away from the bullets that were still flying at them, still aiming for more guards once in a while.

Frypan, Newt, and Minho were knocking on all the compartments, checking if there were any fellow gladers in there, waiting to be rescued. Luckily, shouts were echoing from two compartments, and it was obvious where the gladers were.

I continued shooting at the guards while dodging, getting a few bullets in, until I heard a noise from above me. When I looked up, I saw a W.C.K.D berg. I turned around fully, unaware of the bullets flying past me.

What seemed to be on the bergs' attention was a car, driving away from us - it was probably Brenda and Jorge. Well,  it was definitely them, because I remembered what their car had looked like. Since the car was driving away from us, the berg followed suit, which meant that we didn't have an extra problem to deal with.

I turned around again and continued shooting. The guards were now coming closer, so I didn't have time to focus on Thomas and Vince's guards. Besides, I was sure that all the guards were dead from there.

Unluckily, 20 seconds later, my ammo ran out, and there were still 15 or so guards standing. I looked past the guards I was dealing with.

Vince was cutting off the connection of the train, which would split it in half and allow the berg to pick up one compartment separately.

When I said Thomas and Vince had probably dealt with the guards they were facing, I was wrong. Thomas was still shooting at them.

Newt was burning through the door to the first compartment, with a fore torch or something like that, while Frypan burned through the second compartment with a similar object. Minho, holding a driller in his hand

Minho had put a hole through the thing that kept the second compartment attatched to the train, and five seconds later, Newt had opened the door to the first compartment. Frypan had also done the same with the second compartment. I ran inside the first compartment, where I saw Aris and Sonya.

The only thing I could do was shout. "GET THE ACTUAL SHUCK OUT OF HERE AND MOVE TO WHERE THIS GUY, NEWT, GUIDES YOU. YOU ARE IN GRAVE DANGER OF BEING SHOT RIGHT NOW, SHANKS, SO TRY TO DODGE THEM BULLETS FLYING AT YOU. I ASSURE YOU ONE OF YOU WILL PROBABLY DIE TODAY.... WE WILL ESCORT YOU TO ANOTHER COMPARTMENT, WHICH IS BEING LED BY GLADERS, SO YOULL BE SAFE... NOW GO!"

Everyone scattered around, running outside of the first compartment, while Newt, Frypan, and Minho guided them to the second compartment. There were still many people waiting to get out of the first compartment, and sadly, I was one of them.

Out of nowhere, I heard something from above. The berg. Mary, Harriet, Brenda, and Jorge were probably successful in capturing the berg. Awesome.

"Uhmm... guys, get a move on.... GET A SHUCKING MOVE ON!" I shouted, as I was squished in the frontish middle of the crowd being led to the second compartment.

Finally, after 20 seconds, I got shoved out onto the floor, so I ran onto the second compartments ladder, and weakly hopped on to it, due to my past injury, climbing up to the roof of it.

When I reached up, I saw Thomas and Vince already there. Newt and Minho were also climbing up. Guards were running towards the second compartment, one of them successfully getting in.

"Oh, shuck, we've got to go," Minho said.

"But there's still so many more people that need to get on!" I complained. "I'll go down to get that guard out of the compartment."

"You can't do that. What if they shoot you? I think we might have to go," Newt said.

"No!" I retorted, disagreeing. I looked down again. 10 or so of the prisoners were on the floor, dead, while others screamed, and 20 still tried to get on, while more guards arrived.

The berg arrived just above the compartment, while Thomas looked up at it and shouted, "We're ready!"

The berg's hook lowered down, and Thomas swiftly grabbed it and attatched it to the compartment. Slowly, the compartment was lifted off the floor, while several people, including guards, hung on to it for dear life.

"No, stop! They might die!" I continued arguing.

"There's already a guard inside the shucking compartment. What else can we do?!" argued Minho. He grabbed the gun off of Frypan and started shooting down at the guards, who instantly fell off the compartment and to the floor.

However, that also meant the guards tried to throw off the gladers or bring them down, too.

I took the gun off of Minho and held it in my stronger hand, while no ons said anything. After that, I ran towards the ladder of the compartment and started climbing down, ignoring the shouts of Thomas' "werewolf pack" or whatever. (Yes, Teresa and Newt, I was a little close to death, but taking a chance to joke about werewolves are... miraculous.)

To be honest, I kind of hated heights, and being this high off the floor scared me and made me nauseated a little. I looked down, holding the gun with one hand, shooting at all the guards left.

After all the guards had been shot down, there was only one guy left, holding on to the floor of the compartment.

I looked at the guy, then threw my gun, climbing further down, then I reached out one of my hands for him to take hold of. He reached out for it and let go of the floor. He was heavier than I expected, so my other hand holding the ladder struggled to hold on.

I used my legs to grip the ladder, still holding the ladder with one hand.

Suddenly, my hand holding the ladder slipped, which meant the only thing holding the ladder were my legs.

"Alaynah!" It was Newts voice.

The guy I held looked up at me. "I'm sorry, but this is for your safety." With his free hand, he took out a really sharp knife, then started cutting through his hand swiftly, screaming.

"Stop!" I shouted. It was an absolutely disgusting scene. In a matter of two seconds, his hand, the only thing I was holding, was fully cut off, so he fell to his death. I immediately dropped his hand, tears unable to fill my eyes.

[AN: another dark chapter.]