W.C.K.D's Secret Weapon (A Maze Runner Fanfic)

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Hey people! I decided to update a lot today, so I will probably have up to chapter 5. I hope you enjoy!!
-Alli😝

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Becca's POV

"Day one Greenie. Rise and shine."

I stare up at the boy named Gally. He is surprisingly handsome, but his eyebrows are kinda cute. They're really defined... and large.

Ugh, I have to stop thinking about boys.

He still smirks at me, but this time he reaches his hand out.

"Come on. Don't just sit there." I snap out of my reverie and grab his hand, which is rough and full of callouses as if he works all the time.

He pulls me up and he finally isn't towering over me. I reach his nose, so he's not as menacing as he seemed before.

We both get out of the box and all of the boys that were here all kind of scattered off, going back to whatever jobs they had.

A tall boy who was dark-skinned and voice ringed with authority, was who I pinned as the leader.

He says, "Gally, show her around. Give her the tour, shuck it, tell her everything. Oh, and, uh, let her room with you. I don't trust any of these other shanks."

Gally nods his head. "Good that Alby. Come on Greenie."

I walk after Gally, shocked he isn't flustered we have to share a room, but I guess out of all these people, I trust him the most to not try anything.

"So...what is this place?" I ask him as we continue walking.

"Don't ask too many questions Greenie. It's not good for ya."

I start to get ticked off. I just arrived in this strange place, having no idea who I am, and these people won't tell me anything. And what's up with these words? Greenie? Shuck? Shank? What the crap?

Still, I don't think crossing this guy is a very good idea. So I silently follow behind him. He leads me to a large space where there's a lookout post. He climbs up and when I start climbing he reaches out a hand.

I grab it and he helps pull me up. When I reach the top, I look out and gasp at the sight before me.

There are four large walls closing us in, but there are four openings on each wall. Vines and ivy are crawling up all of the walls, giving it a mysterious look. All throughout the 'Glade', as everyone else calls it, are all of the boys working. Some are building, others are cooking, farming, and even slaughtering animals for food.

Yet it's all so beautiful. The large opening has trees and flowers scattered about, and in one of the corners there is a large wood. There are also a bunch of makeshift wooden buildings scattered everywhere. The largest one is in the very middle of the Glade, and it seems to be made up of multiple stories.

Gally smirks. Is that all he does?

"Like it? That's the Homestead. It's kinda like our gathering place. All of the Keepers, leaders of each job, live in the top floor. I'm the Keeper of the Builders, so that's where my room is. Well, now your room too. Those walls? Outside that is the Maze. The Runners, everyday, go out and scout the Maze, looking for a way out. The thing is, every night, the shuckin' Maze changes. About one and a half year. That's how long we've been here, looking for a way out, while the shank Creators wait. The Creators are the people who put us here, took all our memories. Every night, the Doors close, leaving us in here while the Grievers roam the Maze. They're these type of monsters, and, well, let's just hope you never meet one Greenie. Everyone pitches in, does their part, while we try to find a way out. Good that Greenie?"

He says all this with ease, as if it's a speech he's given multiple times.

"You're the only girl here. Every month, the box comes up with a new Greenie, and every weeks supplies come. That's about it. Any questions?" He asks me.

The thing is, I had so much, but u chose the ones that were bothering me the most.

"Uh, Gally? How old do you think I am? What do I look like?" I ask him.

He scans me, squinting his eyes in a kinda cute way.

"Fifteen, you might be fourteen, but I'd say fifteen. And you have long brown hair and grey eyes. It looks like you're always concentrating on something."

I smile a little. At least I know my name, age, and looks.

"How old are you Gally?" I decide to ask.

"Fifteen too Greenie."

I groan. "Why do people call me that? I have a name," I say.

This time, he actually smiles, a look that brightens up his whole face.

"You're new. Green, fresh. You're a Greenie. Don't worry, we're all called that in the beginning."

Just then, I hear another deafening roar as the Doors begin to close.