MISTAKE | Minho / The Maze Runner

ten

"New Greenie today!" Winston yelled, his voice echoing across the Glade.

Once a month a new Greenie came up in the Box, every week it was supplies. The Gladers were standing around, waiting to see who came up in the Box. Every month Vera silently hoped it was girl, but every month she was once again, out of luck.

"Box is coming up," Zart said.

"Gee, thanks for stating the obvious," Minho muttered, rolling his eyes.

Inside the Box was a chubby boy, with a red, tear streaked face. He looked to be about twelve, and Vera's heart ached at the sight of him. He was so young; he didn't deserve this at all.

"Let me handle this one, Alby?" Vera asked.

Alby nodded, looking between the young boy and Vera. It would probably make things easier from the Greenie if Vera helped him out, instead of someone like him or Gally.

Vera jumped in the Box, startling the Greenie.

"Hey, you're all good," Vera said, giving him a warm smile, "can you remember your name?"

"C-Chuck," he stuttered.

"I'm Vera. I'm gonna get Alby to help you outta here, yeah?" she said, "and you can trust him. I promise."

The Greenie nodded weakly. Vera stood up and reached her hand out, letting Alby help her out of the Box. Alby pulled Chuck out, and the boy instantly started crying once he saw the sixty teenage boys.

"Welcome to the Glade, Greenie," Gally smirked.

Vera rolled her eyes and gave him a light shove, "Alright Chuck, I'm gonna show you around, yeah?"

Chuck nodded and followed Vera as she walked off.

"What is this place? I don't remember anything," Chuck said quietly.

"None of us do. This is the Glade. We live here, we have jobs, we all do our part to make sure this place runs smoothly. We don't know why we were sent here, but we make do," Vera explained.

She pointed to the tall, grey, stone walls, "that's the Maze. You don't go in there. Ever."

Chuck nodded quickly, gulping when he looked up the tall walls of the Maze.

Fear of the Maze was good for a Greenie. Curiosity got you killed.

"Now, tomorrow you're gonna try out each job, see which one suits you best. Each job has a Keeper. I'm a Med-jack, fix up all the cuts and bruises, all that fun stuff. There's the Builders, self explanatory. Slicers, they raise the animals, and you can probably guess what else they do with them. There's the Cooks. There's the Track-hoes, farmers basically. The Runners, they run the Maze, but you won't have to worry about that. And then the Sloppers, they do all the cleaning, all the gross stuff. You get that job if you can't do anything else."

"Any questions?" Vera asked.

"Are you the only girl?"

She sighed, already expecting him to ask this question, "yeah, I was one of the first Gladers, and since me, we haven't gotten any girls here."

"Now, as long as you follow the three rules, you'll be all good here, okay Greenie? One, never go into the Maze. Two, never hurt another Glader. Three, no slacking off."

Chuck nodded, trailing behind the only girl in the Glade with wide eyes.