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During the banishment of Ben, I was standing next to the doors while the others were pushing at him with sticks and spears. Ben fought back even though he must've known it was useless. The doors made a loud grinding noise as they started to close. The sound echoed throughout the entire glade and it pierced the heads of the Gladers. Ben seemed to be the least affected as he struggled to break through the line of weapons. The doors were nearly two yards from closing now. Ben turned his head slightly and seemed to realize that if he wanted to live, he needed to either break through the wall of Gladers or run through the opening to avoid being crushed. Ben thrashed his head wildly around and I could see how crazy he actually was. What does that griever have in its venom that could make someone that rabid?

Ben and I were never close; I had only arrived two weeks prior. I turned my head, none the less, because seeing any human in that kind of animal-like state could make anyone sick to their stomach. I heard Alby give the order to push in. Unanticipatedly, a hand grabbed my wrist with such strength and intensity I thought it would disintegrate. I screamed loud enough to be heard echoing over the sound of the closing doors. Other than the shriek, I had no time to react; the next events happened so fast, all I could do was go with it. Ben had seized my wrist. He uprooted me from my spot and dove into the maze, dragging me close behind. None of the other had time to react either. They all stood there shocked and terrified. The doors closed quickly but before they did, I caught a glimpse of Newt, who was standing next to Alby as they pushed Ben in. He dropped his stick and jumped quickly towards the doors. There was no time for him to fit through so he fell to his knees. Our eyes met through the slim crack then he was gone. They were all gone. I knew I wouldn't be able to survive tonight. The reality of my situation began to sink in.

Ben hadn't yet let go of my arm so I pulled hard against his blistered fingers. He released his grip and stumbled backward, seemingly regaining what sanity he had left. We both took a look at our surroundings in awe and fear.

"We are both going to die tonight," he stated casually while staring keenly at the walls surrounding us.

"Yeah, we are," I responded matter-of-factly. The shock still hadn't worn off. I started feeling tingly all down my spine and especially on the back of my neck. The adrenaline had been released and it coerced through my veins like valves being opened on a water system. I sprung toward him, throwing my palms onto his shoulders; he slammed into the wall behind him. "Why did you do that? What did I do to you to make you want me dead?" I screamed at him, all my anger flooding in at once. He still had this air of composure that was unsettling seeing that he had previously been banished for being insane and had signed both of their lives away to the grievers lurking nearby. He shoved me off and started walking away from the doors, farther into the maze. "Where are you going? Pull me in here to save yourself then leave me? You really have lost it."

He turned sharply on his heel and shouted at me, "I brought you in here because, even though I am going to die, I know that I took something Newt can never replace! He is the one who finalized my sentence, he's the reason why I am going to die but now," he paused to spit blood from his mouth, "you're going to die too and its his fault. There's nothing he can do from out there." He was smiling and salivating the entire time he delivered his speech to me. Before I could spit out a response, he started screaming even louder, "hear that Newt? She's in here and you can't save her!" He let out a sickening laugh that echoed through the halls. I started after him to cover his mouth so he wouldn't lead the grievers to our location when I stopped quickly in my tracks. From deep in the maze, a sound rang, flooding my system with more adrenaline and silencing Ben better I could have. Grievers. The metal whirring of their inside workings, the clanging of every step they took. I knew it was time to act if I wanted to survive. I charged further into the maze. Ben started running towards me but when we got to each other, he didn't stop but instead ran past me towards the doors. I didn't turn around but I could hear him screaming a twisted sentence over and over in a song-like manner, "you can't save her, Newt! She belongs to me now. She belongs to the maze! " The sick song rang through the maze and the grievers would definitely be arriving soon but I ran.

For the most part, I could tell which corridors held grievers because of the sounds they emitted but after a few minutes of running, they started to sound like they were all around. I decided that it was time to use the vines. I began climbing up the walls using the sturdy rope-like vines. I was almost at the point at which the vines stopped at a clean line and only concrete continued up reaching another forty feet into the sky when a griever came around the corner to my right. It didn't see me but I knew it would if I didn't cover myself up now. I tucked my body far beneath the layers of vines and rested my entire weight on them. I tried with every ounce of effort in me to steady my wavering breath. I could see my surroundings completely from where I hung but I knew I was covered up decently enough. The griever tucked into a ball and rolled its pulsating mass of a body twenty feet then stopped as its sharp appendages shot out from its slime-like body. It stood there, bouncing slightly, for ten seconds then tucked in and rolled another twenty feet. It continued this until it was about fifteen feet away from me. It tucked to its usual rhythm but instead of rolling the full twenty feet, it stopped abruptly and curled into a ball. Its blinking lights shut off and it sat there silently. The whir of its engine was silenced and I froze, not breathing.

A minute passed and I took a shaky breath. The creature didn't move. Five minutes passed, then ten, then twenty, and then an hour. I was pleased with myself by making the decision earlier to be sure, whatever position I was in, I could see my watch.

Another griever came around the corner and did the same rhythmic tuck and roll like the previous one until it was under me as well then it powered off like the first one. This happened with many grievers until seven lay motionless below me. It was almost five in the morning and hope started pouring back into me as I knew day would break in a few minutes and the creatures would most likely leave. I fought against every instinct that told me to climb down and run for the doors as I knew that as soon as I moved or started to climb down, the creators would inevitably power the grievers on and I would be dead.

The sky began to lighten but there was no sun in sight. I heard in the far off distance the now familiar sound of the doors beginning to creak open. As soon as the doors had made their last click of the morning, the grievers, who had been lying quietly all night, abruptly came alive with a loud rumbling and flashing lights. I jumped in fear but then tried to regain composure and stay quiet and still. "They can't see me," I reassured myself silently but the thought quickly lost its meaning when the grievers began to climb up the wall below my feet.