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The Chicken Coop

Hey, lovlies. Before you say anything, I know that the timing and all that klunk is totally off. It's ok...just calm down. Does anyone really like Teresa anyway?

How I see it is James Dashner (all creds to him btw) introduced Teresa a little too early (not hating). I just wished that Thomas had gotten to know the place a little better before she showed up. You know what I mean? So, let's just all pretend that for the sake of this fanfic, Emmy came a month after Thomas and Teresa will show up a month after her. That gives everyone some time to get to know everything. *coughs* and for me to raise the sexual tension *coughs*

ENJOI!

Chapter 3 ~

 The Chicken Coop

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Newt had woken Emmy from her sleep early in the morning and practically dragged her in front of the Blood House after he had dragged her to the kitchen to get breakfast. Cows mooed, sheep bleated, pigs squealed all around her and somewhere off in the distance a dog barked. Her love for animals grew with each passing second and her tired countenance wore off. In other words, she was excited.

Emmy looked over Newt's shoulder at the big faded-red barn and asked him, "So what's first? Milk the cows?" 

Newt laughed and looked at her with pity. "We always make the Newbies start with the bloody Slicers. Don't worry, cuttin' up Frypan's victuals ain't but a part. Slicer's do anything and everything dealin' with the beasties." Her smiled faded when she understood what 'Slicer' meant. She suddenly wasn't so excited anymore. she didn't know how she would handle blood.

"Do I have to?" She asked, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

Newt was almost tempted to hug the girl with how bad he felt, but instead he said, "Only until the sun sets tonight. Let's go meet Winston--he's the Keeper."

Emmy was reluctant to follow, but trudged along behind him. Winston was an acne-covered kid, short but muscular, and it seemed to her that he enjoyed his job way too much.

For the first hour, Winston showed Emmy around, pointing out which pens held which animals, where the chicken and turkey coops were, what went where in the barn. The dog, a pesky black Lab named Bark, took a shine to Emmy and followed her and Winston around. She greatly enjoyed the first hour and loved Bark immediately, petting it whenever it begged for attention. 

The second hour was spent actually working with the farm animals--feeding, cleaning, fixing a fence, scraping up klunk. Klunk. Emmy found herself using the Galder language more often. This hour was also enjoyable. She spent much of it sneaking some attention to the cows to which Winston would demand she give him her full attention. 

The third hour was the hardest for Emmy. She was forced to watch Winston slaughter one of the pigs and begin preparing its many parts for future eating. She nearly puked up her breakfast numerous times. Apart from this setback, she was in love with the job. She just wished it was called something else--like, Farmer or something less gruesome like that. At the end of her "lessons", she was told by Winston to go around feeding any animals that needed to be fed and to collect the eggs from the chicken coop. 

Emmy trotted off to visit the cows once more. Bark followed close behind her. She couldn't help but become completely attatched to the animals and started naming them all as she approached them. 

Susan. Betsy. Blac. she counted in her mind. The same happened to the pigs and even to the turkeys. There were too many chickens to name but one in particular stuck. Meanie.