"Come on! This way!" Thomas bellowed from the front of the group, leading the collective of teenagers down another passage. They all looked the same aside from a few notable differences, like the height or the thickness of the vines or the dents in the concrete. Saffy opted to stay with Newt at the back of the group, only Minho, who was flanking the rear of the group, was behind them. Newt's limp made it more difficult to keep pace with the others but he managed. Saffron didn't know why but the need to help Newt and care for him led her to his side where she put an arm around his waist and him an arm around her shoulders. She took some of his weight so his limp wouldn't slow him down as much. Strangely enough, Newt didn't protest. He liked the feeling of acceptance and love that radiated from her, it made him feel wanted and worth something, an emotion until recently he thought he'd never feel again.

"You must have been one hell of a runner, I mean you're fast now, even with a gammy leg" Saffron smiled as they followed the others through high walls and onto the concrete flats where numbers were painted on the walls

"how do you -" Newt went to question, a frown and look of minor panic on his face. Saffron was a head of him though and jumped in

"Minho" she smiled coyly before dropping her voice to a whisper:

"You can talk to me about it, y'know? I mean the feelings that resulted in what caused you to get that limp" she moved in closer, subconsciously their grip on each other tightened

"I-I … Minho, doesn't kn-ow … the, the feel-feelings … I m-mean" Newt stammered, glancing back at the runner behind them

"No, he doesn't. But I do." Saffron reassured, dropping her head quickly so it skimmed over his shoulder in comfort before lifting it again

"I-I … erm, I …" was the blonde boy's unsure response

"It's ok, Newt. I don't think any less of you. Just talk to me though, you have me now and Thomas. We want to help … I want to help you. Whatever you tell me will be forever between us, no one else need know" Saffy smiled at him and he couldn't help but mirror her expression. The déjà vu swept over them again and now with all the new information from Alby and Thomas' memory restoration, Saffron was sure if the situation was different and they were alone, they would have kissed

"Keep it up guys, we are almost there!" Thomas yelled from the front, breaking the two English blondes little bubble.

They entered the area with the blades and after a while navigating and dodging between columns, they came to the familiar entrance. The group all fell against the wall, pressing themselves against to be as inconspicuous as possible. Saffy was vaguely aware of Thomas poking his head around the corner, surveying the risks that lay in corridor beyond, from her spot. She'd found herself not against the wall but close enough as she stood behind Minho and Newt, peering through the gap between them

"Is it a griever?" Chuck asked when Thomas turned his head back around, looking a smidgen more pale and distressed than before

"Yep" Thomas popped the 'p' at the end of the word and swallowed the lump in his throat. A moment of heavy breathing and mental preparation followed

"You take this Chuck" Minho passed Chuck the canister that was retrieved from inside the Griever

"Stay behind us" The keeper of the Runners added

"S'ok. You'll stay with me" Teresa assured Chuck (who looked a little unsure) from her place behind him, while putting up her hair quickly

"You sure you wanna do this? You can stay with Chuck and Teresa you know?" Thomas glanced at Saffron and Minho, Newt, Teresa and Chuck all turned to look at her while the other boys just waited patiently and, most importantly, silently for their instructions.

"Are you serious? I wouldn't miss this for the world" The blonde smiled, easing Thomas' concerns that she'd never actually been told she hasn't got to be involved and therefore was doing it because she thought she had to.

"Once we're through it'll activate and the doors will open. Alright, we stay close, we stick together, we get through this. We get out now or we die trying" Thomas launched into an impromptu speech, lifting there spirits with the brutal truth. He looked at everyone, his eyes lingering on each of there faces increasing the feeling of inclusion. The brunette boy couldn't help but smile a little on the inside when his eyes flickered over to where Newt had pulled Saffron back to him, both of them pretty much glued to each other's sides. He quickly focused on the task in hand and asked:

"Ready?"

He was greeted by the battle faces and determination of an army, not a group of teenagers. Everyone drew whatever weapon they possessed. Saffron twisted her wrist that she held her gardening blade in, loosening it up.

"LET'S GO!" Thomas bellowed and with that they all charged around the corner, battle cries snarling from there mouths. Saffron remained to help support Newt as they barrelled down the walk way. The griever at the other end of the corridor, now aware of there presence, hurtled at them. It's pinchers and legs flailing everywhere. As it came closer the group didn't slow down, in fact they speeded up. Running so close to the griever that they were almost underneath it and stabbing upwards. This effectively put the griever in enough pain to disorientate it the griever. Falling back into a huddle, the teens clumped in the tight knit group but continued to attack the beast. Saffron noticed how for the most part their tactic seemed to work but ...

"It's tail!" Saffron found herself crying out as the griever's tail spun wildly before gripping onto one of the boys and throwing them down the deep gap at each side of the corridor.

"NOOO!" Was the collective shout that followed but nothing could be done. They had to continue fighting. Ganging up on the griever they group stabbed and slashed at the griever driving it back and towards the deathly black abyss of the hazardous gap at the side of the elevated walk way. They pushed the creature further and further back until it was gone. No more griever. It plummeted down, into the darkness. It squealed and clawed at the concrete as it fell. The teens shared a moment of quiet relief where they got their breath back and recuperated a little.

"You ok?" Newt placed a hand on Saffron's arm, that was closest to his hand resting on her shoulder. However, before she could reply there was a shout and sound of more mechanical whirring and clicking and shrieking. Whipping around they saw, Teresa and Chuck stampeding towards them, two very angry grievers behind them.

"Oh shit" Jeff sighed

"'My sentiments exactly" Saffron rolled her eyes before turning to glance at Newt. They exchanged a small smile before being hit by the attack of the two new grievers. The group all punctured and sliced open the grievers while Teresa and Chuck manoeuvred through their line formation and towards the door. Saffron was minutely aware from her position, pretty much joined at Newt's hip and next to Jeff, the sound of concrete crunching and creaking

"TERESA GO!" She heard Thomas shout. Taking a chance she glanced back and sure enough the multiple slabs of concrete had lifted at the circular escape was in sight.

"FALL BACK!" Saffron bellowed

"GO! GO!" Thomas seconded in a yell and the group slowly retreated, still attacking the grievers as they went

KEEP PUSHING!" Thomas ordered again

"STAY TOGETHER!" Newt also cried as they made it back into the part of the corridor that was previously hidden. The grievers were strong but the grunts (and squeals from Saffron) were the side effect of their resilience. They were travelling backwards at a steady pace while all the while still lunging forward and attacking. Another boy had just been hauled by the deadly tail of a griever when Teresa shouted:

"THOMAS THERE'S A CODE! 8 NUMBERS"

"8 numbers" Saffron mumbled under her breath as she continued to drive her blade at the griever in front of her. 'It has to be the sequences in the maze room' Saffron deduced. '7, 1, 5 …' her brain went over the pattern

"TERESA, 8 NUMBERS?" Saffy turned her head, yelling back at the only other girl. Teresa nodded dumbly and a solution hit Saffron like a truck.

"THOMAS I GOT THIS!" The blonde cried, turning to Newt

"You can handle this?" She asked

"Go" was his sole reply and Saffron did exactly that. She retreated back, climbing into the circular passage and running down it to where Chuck and Teresa were stood by the circular door - well now it was more like a lock. A red screen with circles, numbers and diagrams of the maze all over the screen. Saffy came up to the screen looking at it for a second, reciting the code in her head.

"Right lets get this show on the road" Saffron mumbled to herself before she began to tap in the numbers as they spun around the screen on the line map of the maze, saying them out loud as she did. She found the sequence recall easy, finding the number and making sure she hit the right, tiny digit on the other find was another matter altogether, another time consuming matter.

"7 … 1 … 5 … 2 … Oh come on! Where's 6 … 6! … 4 … 8, 8, 8. Where is i - 8! … 3" Saffron tried to block out the noise as she put in the sequence. She was aware that a Griever had come down from above, courtesy of Newt's yell and nearly been the end Minho signified by everyone else's shouts. She also heard Winston holler for a presumably fallen comrade. Saffy also new the grievers had closed in. As she was typing the numbers the boys ended up in the circular tunnel and by the time she'd input the last number they were pretty much treading on her toes.

The screen suddenly went green and the word: 'Complete' appeared on the screen. Turning round, Saffy saw Newt stumbling into the circular end of the corridor, the raised floor obviously not expected by the boy.

"Newt!" She cried leaving her position by the door and weaving through the boys, helping him up. She stood behind him, using his underarms to haul him up

"You ok?" She asked, hands moving to his waist, as the concrete slabs shakily began to lower before dropping all at once with an almighty bang. The grievers squawked at the sound and two of them became trapped in between two, of the now shut doors, leaving the teens one griever to deal with

"Yeah" Newt mumbled, grateful for her assistance. He always found it more difficult to get up than get down with his limp. Thomas, meanwhile used his wooden spear to ward off the last griever. He threw it with such force into the griever's head that it became lodged just as the final slab slammed down, crushing the griever into green goo, slime and blood. It's innards and bodily fluids splattered all over, snapped limbs protruding at all angles. It made the most horrible squelch and crunching sound that made Saffron's stomach churn

"Oh my god, no" Saffy let out in a queasy breath, burrowing her head into Newt's shoulder blade. From her sight deprived spot she could make out the heavy breathing from the other boys and in Newt's case feel it too. A certain air if calm had flooded over them as the fear induced adrenaline and other endorphins ebbed away. It didn't last long though as Saffron's already darkened vision became completely black.

"What?" She asked lifting her head from Newt's back as Newt's hands found and covered her own, squeezing them lightly. The entrance to the circular corridor had shut and they'd all been plunged into the pitch black of the tunnel. Another creak enveloped the small space, masking the sound heavy breathing and slight coughing. The far door, the one Saffron had unlocked, was opening. Light once again flooded the room and they all turned to look. Teresa hesitantly pushed open the door, the light that flooded in blinding; Saffron turned her head back into Newt's shoulder blade shielding her eyes from the light. After a moment of adjusting to the light, Saffron looked back. The door was now fully open, Teresa and Chuck already on the other side and everyone else filtering through slowly. Saffy remained glued to Newt as they too went through the door and into a …

Corridor?