Love Me Til The End

4. Fun In The Glade

"Where would the exit be at?" Thomas suddenly asked. "The Maze. But only the Runners are allowed in there." Chuck said.

He began tying Thomas' hammock to a tree. "I wanna be a Runner." He blurted.

"No you don't. The Maze is a dangerous place." He heard Alby say. "I wanna find the exit." He argued.

"Trust me when I say this, no one wants to be a Runner. That Maze, it changes you. And what's inside is only worse. We call 'em Grievers." Alby explained.

The thought of time sounding familiar only made Thomas more curious. "I'm not scared of going in the Maze. I wanna be a Runner." Thomas said.

"If you ain't scared, you ain't human." Alby said before walking off, but not leaving without patting Thomas' shoulder.

"There, your hammock is all set. Now let's go have some fun." Chuck said. Thomas sighed, nodding. This place was no fun.

Chuck led Thomas to the bathrooms. He could see the shadow of someone inside. "What are we doing here?" Thomas whispered. "Having fun." Chuck smirked before walking to the other side.

Thomas saw the stall suddenly begin to shake furiously. The person in there screamed before beginning to yell.

"Who the shuck is out there?" He yelled, poking his head out the window.

Gally.

Thomas his behind the tree. He saw Chuck wave him to run. And that was it.
He was off. He ran passed angry Gally and to the Deadheads.

The two laid down, laughing and exhausted. "That was fun." Thomas managed to say. "Yeah. Just wait til Gally finds out who did it. His expression is the best." Chuck laughed.

He truly brought light into this dull world they lived in. Thomas wondered if y/n did the same.

His mind wandered back to Newt. His lips. He loved the feeling of them. He wondered if Newt felt the same. "-And you're not listening." Chuck said, interrupting his thoughts. "Sorry, bud. I was just thinking. What were you saying?"

"I said Gally is going to be so mad when he finds out it was us." Chuck chuckled as he spoke. "Hopefully he doesn't put me in a concussion again." Thomas said.

"That's just play fighting. One of our rules is never harm another Glader." Chuck stated. Thomas nodded. He knew that. Alby had told him that.

"Well, tomorrow, I start working with different jobs." Thomas blurted. "Good luck. You're with Winston tomorrow. He's the keeper of the Slicers. If you don't like blood, I would tell Alby." Chuck said.

What could possibly be so bad that there is blood?

"So, when you're cutting up a pig, you wanna do it like this," Winston said, holding a knife to the pig's stomach before slicing.

Thomas looked away. "Sorry, I'll be back." He hurried out and leaned over his knees, throwing up. "How's the slicing goin'?" Thomas heard a voice ask.

He looked up to see Alby. "I can't deal with blood. Not like that." Thomas was disgusted. That was the worst job ever. "Just stick with it til lunch and I'll see if Zart will work with you for the rest of the day."

Alby walked off. Lunch wasn't even close. It was only early in the morning. Thomas groaned, wiping his mouth and walking back in.

"Can't handle blood?" Winston asked, finishing up with the pig. Thomas quickly shook his head, looking away. "Alright, I'll let you know when I need more tools."