The Griever let out another wild scream of joy, it finally caught up to Evelyn. She scrambled to her feet and fled. She ran faster then she ever had. Her legs burning and her lungs squeezing. She still had the scene to drag her hand across the corners of each turn. There was another noise that her terrified mind started to pick up on. A loud grinding, stone on stone. The floor was vibrating, it made her legs tremble. The walls. She had run into the section of the maze that was shifting. Just her luck. Now she was really lost! She was exhausted, disoriented, bleeding, a Griever chasing her and now she had moving walls to contend with. 

Clamping her own hand on her mouth to keep the sob inside, she kept running. She took a corner so fast, her bloody hand slipped. She fell and hit the stone floor hard, rolling a few times, she felt her head smack the ground for a second time that night. She lay there dazed for a few moments. She knew she had to get up and keep going, but her vision was doubled. Evelyn lay on her back, willing her stomach to stop turning, she could feel the bile rising. The ground was vibrating and she knew a wall close to her were she lay was moving. The metal on metal was sharp. The Griever was close. With a sob and a cry of pain, Evelyn rolled onto her stomach, pushing herself up onto her hands and knees. She had to clamp her eyes closed and let the dizzy spell pass. 

The Griever rounded the corner and screamed again. Like it was excited to find it's pre again. Evelyn pushed her self up onto shaking legs. She had to stumble to the side as a wall slid behind her changing the halls, she was now trapped. The wall behind her and the Griever in front of her. She pressed back against the wall. Her head whipped back and forth trying to figure out what to do. She had nothing but a small knife she used in the MedHut. She had no idea what happened to her bag. The Griever screamed again. The whirring was a loud constant hum. Her heart slammed against her ribs. The horrifying tail whipped around its body. The claw opened and snapped shut, adding to the terrifying noises. Evelyn tried to swallow, but her throat was tight and very dry. She pressed her hands against the wall. The Griever crept closer. She waited, keeping a tight hold on the rising panic. It was try get passed the deadly monster or die. Her breath was ragged and broken. 

10 feet. 

She could see its long sharp fangs; sharp enough to pierce her right through.

5 feet. 

She could see its beady eyes, watching her. It screamed at her. She ducked as the claw swung at her. The tail slammed into the wall, something broke off and clattered to the floor. Evelyn didn't stop and  look, she ran. Scrambling underneath the giant blubbery body. She came out on the other side. The Griever lashed out with one of its back legs tripping her. She hit the ground hard and rolled. She didn't have time to see if anything was broken, she got up and ran. Adrenaline and fear was pumping through her. Running for her life again, she had to take a corner around a moving wall. 

The Griever was angry. It turned and chased after her. She saw a wall sliding closed, if she could make it, she might be able to lose it. It was right on her heels. Her breathing was short gasps, she had sharp pain in her side and all her muscles in her legs were burning. The wall was only a few feet away. She dove for it. The Griever followed. She pushed through the wall. The Griever screamed and lunged for for.

She screamed in pain.

She felt the teeth pierce through her. 

The wall slammed shut.

The Griever instantly stopped moving. The scream died in its body. The jaw unhinged, and Evelyn fell from its mouth. She crumpled to the floor, screaming in pain. The pain was so intense her stomach heaved and her world went black. 

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Evelyn woke with a strangled cry. Her throat was dry. Her eyelids were heavy and everything hurt. Searing hot pain was throbbing through her. She lay unmoving, trying to work up the energy and courage to move, she knew it was going to burn. She pushed her self up into a sitting position. She gasped and clamped her jaw and eyes closed. Tears leaked out the side of her eyes. She had to stop and breath through the pain. Once the waves of pain and nausea subsided, she opened her eyes.

She had passed out and ended up laying in a pool of her own blood. She looked down, and gingerly pulled her shirt up. Thin but deep puncture wounds ran up her side, from her hip all the way up her torso and matching ones in her back. She had nothing to wrap it. But it seemed to have stopped it at least slowed. But the pain was just about unbearable. 

She sat leaning against the wall, beside the head of the squished Griever. The light had died out in its eyes, Griever guts and motor oil leaked onto the floor, mixing with her red. The walls had stopped moving, and the sky was light, meaning the sun was rising. Which meant...she had lived through the night. Somehow she had made it. What about Minho and Thomas and Alby? Did they make it? 

She needed to somehow make it back to the Glade. She had no idea where she was or how to get back. Looking around slowly. With a lot of gasps and hisses and cries she used the wall to get herself up onto her feet. Using the wall as support she slowly made her way down the hall. She had to wrap an arm around her waist, trying to support herself, and maybe try to stop the bleeding that started up again. 

Whimpers and soft cries left her as she staggered down the hall. She came to the end, looking up and down the intersecting hall. She didn't know which way to go. Stumbling forward into the hall, and just decided to pick one and go from there. She stumbled and staggered for a long time. The sun was up now. She heard the stone wall doors rumble open. It didn't help with her orientation, it echoed off the walls, making it sound like it was from every direction. Her head was so fuzzy. It was clouded with exhaustion and pain. She stumbled into the next intersection. Leaning on the wall closing her eyes. She knew if she lay down she would never wake up again. Forcing her eyes open she blinked a few times. Only a few inches from her face was a bloody hand print. 

She cried in relief. She now had a direction. It took her another two hours to stumble to the vines and ivy where she first woke up, following her smeared hand prints. Looking around, her vision coming in and out of focus, her eyes fixed on green. She saw a little chunk of grass! With a cry of relief which turned into a cry of pain, she stumbled forwards towards the green grass of the Glade. Tears of relief streamed down her face. She stumbled into the Glade. 

It was empty. No one was out working, no one was around. Confessed and disoriented she kept going, she needed to get to the MedHut. She needed Jeff and Clint. She tried calling for help, but nothing came out except for a dry cough which sent pain through her torso. 

She groaned and held her waist and took a few more steps. Her shirt was soaked with blood. Blood spilt over her hand and ran down her arm, she knew her back was bleeding all over the place. Her hair was tangled, covered in blood and Griever guts, and dirt from the stone. She was also covered in dried sweat and fresh sweat from her blood loss and the effort of getting back.

There was a commotion from the Gathering hall. Loud voices were arguing. Changing directions she went to wards the voices. They were closer. They could help. She fell to her knees. Her head was pounding, her vision was almost completely gone, her hearing was muffled. Blood was oozing out of her puncture wounds. With a last push of energy she got back to her feet. On shaking legs she fell into the door. It swung wide open. 

Every head turned towards the door. It went dead silent. Evelyn couldn't stand anymore and she sunk to her knees. Chaos erupted. Someone was right in front of her, but she couldn't make out details anymore. Her head was rolling, and her eyes wouldn't stay open.

"SLIM IT ALL OF YOU!"

The room went quiet. Everyone was listening. More guys crowded around her. She had no idea who it was. Hands were holding her up now. She was leaning heavily into them, she had no more strength.

"What happened?" 

"Griever..bit...me..."

"How the shuck did you get out of that?" 

"...Killed...it..."

Evelyn couldn't stay conscious anymore. She knew she was safe now, she finally gave into the pain. With a whimper she crumpled.

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There was a scrap of a chair and some voices around her. They sounded angry. She couldn't make out what they were saying, but there was a lot of scuffling. Her eyes were so heavy, she couldn't open them. They felt glued shut. Everything was sore. She felt like she was one giant bruise, every muscle hurt and every joint was sore. Her stomach and back hurt, but it was a dull pain now. She knew someone, probably Jeff, gave her some strong pain meds. One of the voices was yelling now. It made her head throb. With a soft moan she moved her head and cautiously placed a hand to her head. The voices stopped. 

"Evelyn?" 

She forced her eyes open, but they fluttered shut. 

"Come on, open your eyes!" 

With another effort she managed to slowly blink them open and keep them open.

Minho was kneeling by the bed, his face was pale and exhausted, he had some scratches and bruises...But he was alive. A cry escaped her, tears sprung into her eyes and she let them fall. 

"Minho!" 

She reached a hand out and had to touch him. Make sure he really was alive. Her hand gently touched his cheek.

"I'm here!" 

"You're alive!" 

"It takes more than a night in the maze to kill us, hey Pixy?" 

She smiled through the tears, and let a small laugh of relief out which turned into a wince and gasp.

"Hey! Chill there Pixy! A Griever tried to use you as a chew toy!"

That made her chuckle, which made her gasp in pain.

"Stop!" She wheezed.

"Sorry!" He smirked at her, he reached out and with a bruised knuckled hand brushed some hair off her face. His smirk slid off.

"You scared the actual shuck out of me!"

"What happened?"

Her eyes went wide, panic rose inside her and she tried to sit up.

"What the shuck do you think you're doing?" Minho cried

"Alby?! Where's Alby?" She gasped, holding her side. "And Thomas? What happened? Are they okay?"

"Relax Evy! Yeah their okay! Everyone made it!" He soothed, gently putting pressure on her shoulder to lay back down.

It was only then did she realize how many other people were in the MedHut. Her exhausted eyes flicked over the faces; Sonny, Nick, Gally, Jeff, Clint and Thomas. And standing in the corner, his face pale, black bags under his red rimmed puffy eyes, his hair a mess was Newt.

"We need to hear your shucken story!" Minho drew her eyes back to him, "how the shuck did you manage to survive alone in the maze? Also...you killed a shuck Griever?"

She closed her eyes. Evelyn's body shuddered. Tears leaked down her temples. Minho shuffled closer, grabbing her hand he held it tight. She took a deep shaky breath.

"After you passed out, Thomas and I pulled you guys to the ivy. Thomas and I hulled Alby up in the vines. And then...I umm...panic got the better of me. I'm sorry." Minho lowered his head in shame.

She reached her other hand and lifted his face.

"Head up soilder." She whispered gently.

"It was Thomas who hid you after I ditched, cuz I'm a shucked face shuck."

"I didn't really do much." Thomas shrugged. The Griever was coming, pulled you under the ivy with me. The thing passed...I couldn't stay there the whole night. So I uh left you behind... holding you would be safe hiding in the vines..." Thomas rubbed the back of his neck.

"Didn't know what else to do." He shrugged.

"Thank you." She whispered.

"Ok your story now." Nick said, readjusting his glasses.

She saw all their eyes glued to her. Newt lifted his head and was also listening. She took a ragged breathing. Tears leaked out over her lashes. The fear of last night was still very fresh.

"I woke up in vines, a Griever was coming...the beetle blades were watching and the Griever chased me..."

Her words were stuck in her throat as more tears slid down. Minho squeezed her hand making her wince and pull it away. It was cleaned and wrapped in clean white gauze.

"What did you do?" Minho asked also looking at her hand.

"I cut it with my knife. Used the blood to mark my way...so I could come back."

"What the shuck?" Nick whispered.

"Every turn...has a hand print..." She looked nervously at the guys.

They all looked shocked. All their mouths were open and eyes wide.

"Umm...and then...I was trapped in the section that was changing...and uhh I somehow got around the Griever...and then umm ran through a wall that was closing. The thing got squished...but it umm also bit me at the same time."

The room of guys all swore and cursed. But they all stared at her like she was a god.

"Ummm... problem?" She asked, cautiously.

"No. But like wholly shuck girl!" Minho whistled.

"Jeeze" Sonny said quietly with awe in his voice.

"Then what happened? How'd you get back?" Gally asked.

"Woke up. Hauled myself back here."

"But how'd you get back?" Thomas asked, "you've never been out there and didn't have Minho or any other runners help!"

Evelyn held up her wrapped hand. All the guys made an oh face and mouths dropped open.

"Girl has more guts and brains than most of these slint heads put together!" Minho chuckled.

He was crouched at the side of her bed with awe in his eyes and admiration on his face. She gave him a small smile, but her heart was heavy and sad. Her eyes slid passed them all and came to rest on Newt. He still stayed in the back, his head down. He finally looked up. His big brown eyes looked broken. He slowly, like he was scared, looked at her.

His eyes went wide when he realized she was already looking, but his eyes flicked back down. And he shrunk back even more into the corner, like he was trying to become invisible. She bit her lip and tried not to cry. Closing her eyes she took a few breaths. It should have been Newt sitting beside her holding her hand, praising her for surviving a night. Instead it was Minho.

"Hey...hey, Pixy." Minho's voice was soft and gentle, he had taken her good hand, his thumb gently rubbing the back of her hand. "It's okay, your safe now."

The tears came faster. Minho gently wiped her tears. There was some shuffling and then the door banged shut.

Newt had left. And Thomas on his heels.

Her heart broke. She held Minho's hand tighter, her chest heaved. Tears streamed down her face.

"Time to go." Sonny shooed them all out. Minho went to leave but she held his hand tighter.

"Please...please don't leave me too! Please I don't want to be alone!" She hiccuped between sobs.

"Okay...I'm here. I'm right here."

Minho sat down on the edge of her bed and gently brushed the tears away from her face as they fell.