~|Charge|~ Thomas

Chapter 15: Drunk at the Bonfire

The bonfire had started. They had a bonfire the night the newest Greenie came every time since Linnea had first had her first Greenie come up in the box. Nick. Ever since then, the night the Greenie came up they had the biggest and baddest parties. As you might be able to guess, some people had a little too much of Gally's moonshine at times, and most of the time that meant Linnea. Nevermind. It was every time. Every single time, whenever you would look at her, Linnea would have some of Gally's disgusting moonshine that was apparently a 'trade secret' in her hand, sipping it occasionally, and you won't even be able to count the stupid things that she did, or said. Thank god Minho didn't drink and would help her through it, otherwise, it would not be so pretty.

"Light 'em up!" Alby yelled as Linnea and all of the other Keepers started the party by throwing their torch of fire into the bonfire, signaling that it had started. Everyone around them cheered and chanted as the fire was lit up and rose to a very high extent. Multiple boys did tricks and sang or other things. People made toasts with their glass of moonshine, Gally started his fighting game, but the guest of honor wasn't as into the celebration as all of the other people.

The Greenie sat down on a log next to Newt, staring at Linnea, who had already chugged down two glass of moonshine and was on her third, admiring her, and thinking about how she was the only girl there. It was fascinating. But of course, whenever he thought about her or even talked to her, the newest newbie was somehow interrupted. "Hell of a first day, Greenie," Newt tried to start a conversation, something he tended to be good at. The Greenie looked down, nodding, as if ashamed of what he did and what had happened. Trying to cheer him up, Newt grabbed a glass of moonshine and put it up into the brunette's face. "Here. Put some hair on your chest." The Greenie thought his very British analogies were funny. He was an interesting person, but not nearly as interesting as Linnea.

He carefully took the glass jar, took a large sip of it, but it immediately was spit out. "Oh!" he choked it out of his body, as Newt laughed at him. The Greenie checked to see if anyone had seen that, specifically Linnea, but reassuringly, no one had. Linnea was out with that Asian boy from before. The one that came from inside what Chuck had called the 'maze.' "Oh, my god! What is that?"

The Greenie continued to cough it out of his system as Newt took it out of his hand, looking at it. "I don't even know," he said, laughing. He looked out to Gally in his fighting circle. "It's Gally's recipe. It's a trade secret."

"Yeah," the greenie said, also looking at the seemingly older, taller boy. "Well he's still an asshole."

"He saved your life today," Newt reminded him. "Trust me," the blonde thought of his horrific memories of the maze. "The maze is a dangerous place."

"We're trapped here, aren't we?" The Greenie asked, keeping with his curious form, looking out at the closed doors, that were keeping them in from whatever lurked in the maze.

"For the moment," Newt nodded. He still had hope, though. Two of his best friends ran out in the maze every day and they still hadn't found a way out, but he still had hope. There was a reason he was still alive. A reason Linnea had found him there. A reason for all of what was happening to them. He just didn't know what. None of them did. "But. . ." Newt pointed over to where Minho and the other Runners were, the only ones not drinking, except for Linnea, who was jumping up and down, burping and now clearly drunk, about to give Minho a lap dance, but the boy kept a stern face and pushed her off of him, as she laughed onto the dirty ground. "There by the fire? Those are the Runners. That guy in the middle there, next to Linnea, that's Minho. Along with Linnea, he's the Keeper of the Runners. Every morning when those doors open, they run the maze. . . mapping it, memorizing it, trying to find a way out."

"Linnea's a Runner?" The only thing that seemed to be on his mind was her. Newt nodded, telling him that she only didn't do it for the first couple of  days to help out with the Greenies. He still had one more question though. "How long have they been looking?"