The Glade Walker

Chapter 2

"Nice to meet you, Shailene." Newt says. "Let me show you around the Glade." Shailene looks around. The Glade is a very beautiful and strange place. It has a huge building with hammocks, probably where the people sleep, a forest, a few huts here and there, gardens, little shacks, and strangest of all, a ginormous wall made out of mossy stone, seeming to surround the Glade. There was an opening in the wall, where you could see two boys running away from there. They were pretty fast, running towards you and the people. "Hey, Newt. Who is- wait, is that a girl?" One of the boys said, an asian looking boy with black hair that looked perfect even though he had been running. He stopped to look at Shailene, question in his eye. "Yes, Minho, it is a girl. Im giving her the tour. Why don't you help the other Gladers build the Greenie Ceremony." Newt says, motioning Minho away. "Fine, come on Ben." Minho called over his shoulder to his partner, and they took off. "Who were they?" Shailene asks Newt. "Those were two of the Runners. Minho, the boy with the black hair, is the Keeper of the Runners. The Keepers are like the leaders of their groups: we have Runners, Slicers, Builders, Med Jacks..." Newt's words faded as Shailene looked around the Glade. "Shailene, are you even listening to me?" Newt's words cut through. "Uh- sorry, no. Wh-whats that?" Shailene said pointing at the huge stone walls. Newt laughs and looks at you. "If you were paying attention, I said that is the Maze. You know Minho, right? Well, everyday, he and the Runners map the Maze, looking for a way out. The catch is that every night the Maze changes. The walls are about to close though, like they do every night. You don't want to be out there when they are closed though." Shailene processes that, and asks, "What happenes?" Newt stares at you, fear leaking into his eyes. "Well, we call 'em Grievers. They are bloody dangerous, and you don't ever want to meet one. So never go beyond those walls, unless for some reason you are selected to be a Runner."
"But-"
"No buts, your tour is done. Tomorrow you will find your job. And trust me, you don't want to be a Slicer if you don't like blood." With that Newt walked away, with a limp in his step.