The Deadliest Generation: The Maze Of Monsters

Minho, Alby and The Doors

The next morning, when Thomas woke up, he realised he was being gently shaken awake. Thomas opened his eyes, vision blurry, and heard a familiar British accent speaking, "Tommy. Hey."

Thomas tried to focus, head still spinning a bit, groggy from the bad dreams.

Thomas's eyes opened properly, and focused to see Newt smiling. "Hey Newt." He muttered, eyes fluttering shut again briefly.

He got up and shook his head, tired from all the dreaming and horrific thoughts of last night.

Newt looked at him carefully and asked, "You still shaken up from last night?"

"A bit, yeah." Thomas stared at him, "What, are you, a mind reader?"

Newt chuckled, "Sometimes. Especially when the weathers nice, like today."

(Okay if anyone understands that reference I love you sm)

"Uh... okay." Thomas said, confused. 

"Well, Tommy, I let you sleep in, it's seven now."

"This is early to you?" Thomas gaped at him. He was still feeling tired and groggy. "What are you guys, a bunch of Farmers?"

The weird thing was, was he knew what Farmers were, their stereotype, and how they worked, and what time they got up, but he never remembered meeting one,  someone telling him about one or anything like that. Once again, his memory wipe baffled him. He distracted himself by looking up at Newt. Which, to be honest, was very easy. Newt was probably one of the prettiest people he'd ever seen. 

He was smiling at Thomas, as if he'd said something really funny, and Thomas noticed that he had a sort of smile that lit up his face and Thomas felt a bit weird, and nervously smiled back.

Wait, why was he nervous?

"Well, now you mention it Greenie, I'm putting you with the Track-hoes today." Newt said, leaning against a tree.

"Can you not call me that?" Thomas asked, slightly sick of being treated like he was two.

"What- what? Call you what?" Newt raised an eyebrow, smirking slightly.

"Greenie. I'm not the newest Newbie anymore am I?" Thomas pointed out, "the girl in the coma is. Call her Greenie. My name's Thomas." Thoughts of the girl flooded his mind suddenly, making him remember the connection he felt, making him feel a mixture of relief at feeling like he actually knew someone, and a feeling of sadness that he didn't really know who she was.

Newt's smirk grew. "Bite me- you grew some balls overnight, didn't ya, Tommy?"

Thomas cheeks went pink, he tilted his chin up and raised his eyebrows and said something that shocked even him, "I mean, if you want me too."

Newt's smirk dropped, startled, and he went a bit red too, and Thomas felt slightly hotter than normal. He needed to change the subject, now.

"What's a Track-hoe?" 

"It's what we call the guys who work their asses off in the Gardens all day - weeding, tilting, planting and such." Newt muttered, still blushing, looking down.

Thomas nodded in the direction of the Gardens, "Who's the- the Keeper?"

"Guy called Zart. Nice, as long as you do the job, don't mess around, that is. He's the big one that stood at the front of the Pole last night."

Thomas felt sick when the Banishment was mentioned. He hoped fervently that it wouldn't be mentioned all day, although he knew that was going to be difficult. It made him feel guilty, so he moved onto something else.