Never give up

We call them grievers

Alex's POV
I sit up trying to see the person. The dim light in the room isn't helping at all.
"Hello?" I ask out in the dark.
"Alex, I was told your were at the medjacks. I didn't believe them but I guess they were right." He chuckles.
"Newt? Is that you?"
"Yeah it's me." I breathe out a sigh of relief.
"Where were you today?" I ask.
"Out running, I'm a runner which you probably didn't know as you didn't listen during the tour ." He says chuckling. I scoot over so I'm on the other side instead of the middle of the bed, Newt gets what I mean sits on the bed. I sit up so I'm sitting next to him.
"So, how was the slicers?" He asks.
"How do you think I'm here?" I laugh.
"Ok then how did you get here?"
"Well, the first hour wasn't the best. Joe? I think the greenie before me? Said that 'the best part of the job is that I'm here' ect. I reminded him that there was a bunch of meat cleavers and well... That should him." I look over at Newt and see that his teeth were clenched in anger, "anyway. Yadayadayada the actual slicing part made me so sick that I kinda puked on Winston's shoes and he now needs a new pair of shoes." I look up at Newt and see that he is now suppressing a laugh.
"Holy mother of Minho, did you seriously puke on his shoes? Luckily for you and him the box comes up in about two days."
"Holy mother of Minho? Yes, I seriously puked on his shoes." I say mocking his English accent.
"I don't know, just came up with it. Be glad Winston likes you as he works with a bunch a cleavers, so I would hate to think what would happen if you got on the wrong side of him. Anyway I need to get some sleep, I'm going running again tomorrow. Somebody called Nick will wake you up tomorrow to see a griever. Goodnight Alex."
"I'm glad Winston likes me, I wouldn't like to be on his bad side. Who's Nick?"
As Newt gets up he says, "Nick is the leader of the Glade. Alby is like your second in command and I'm basically the third in command."
"Thanks, good night." I lay back down and get back to sleep.
******
I literally get shaken awake in the morning. Whoever is shaking me won't quit it!
"Greenie. Greenie. Greenie!" I groan and sit up to see a boy with blonde hair and blue eyes tapping his foot impatiently.
"What?" I mumble considering I was still half asleep. I don't want to get up and see a griever, it's not like I'm going to go out into the maze anyway.
"I'm Nick and apparently I have to show you a griever. Let's go, I've got to go runnin'." I grumble and get out of the bed, I find my shoes under the bed somewhere and slip them on. I follow Nick out of the medjack's room and down the stairs of the homestead. When Nick opens the door of the homestead, the sun was that bright that I ended up walking into the doorframe. I make a loud 'oomph' sound but Nick ignores me and carries in walking.
"I'm ok thanks for asking."
Nick turns around and says, "your welcome. You sound like Minho on your sarcasm." I roll my eyes but he can't see it as half my hair is covering my face and I don't have a hairbrush to brush it with.
We walk towards one of the walls, the North wall I think. When we get to the wall, Nick pulls back and looks through the murky window.
"Looks inside. We call them grievers, nasty things they are. This is why no one except the runners leave the Glade." I press my forehead and looks through the window to find the most terrifying thing I can remember in my life.

(A/N) I'll keep this short and sweet. Sorry it's a bit small, it's just a filler but I have more things that's going to happen in the story. (People that've read The Death Cure will know what I mean). So I think it'll be fillers next week and maybe the next again week.