Daedalus

In Which Grievers Are Terrifying and a Job is a Hard Thing to Come By

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I'm not trying to be a saint

I don't want to be president some day

I'm just trying to find my way.

Yeah, I'm sorry I'm a fuck up

-Fuck Up, Shane Dawson

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When Icarus woke up the next morning, it was to a pounding headache, a sore back and the eerie silence of the Deadheads resting place. A shiver ran up her spine, and she shuddered violently. There was something about this place...it seemed almost...ghostly.

Haunted. Yes, that was the word she was looking for. She wondered why she'd ever need that word in her growing vocabulary. It's not like she'd need it in a place like this-if she ever found out what this place was.

She pushed herself to her feet after spending a few minutes staring at the trees-she thought she saw something move in one-and made her way over to the graves. She ran her hand over the oldest looking marker, reading the name carved onto it. George. She wondered what he was like, how he had died, and if it had something to do with the mysterious Maze. It seemed both possible and probable, as Newt had spoken about that place like it was the worst thing in the world. It seemed to be the most dangerous location anyway, and although she hated to admit it to herself, she was incredibly curious about it...she wondered if Nick would include the Maze in his little tour.

"Well you're up early. " Icarus smiled when she heard the voice of her new friend.

"So are you." She turned around to face Newt. He grinned at her.

"Ah, but I have an excuse. I have to get the greenie breakfast."

"Such a gentleman." She retorted sarcastically. He smirked at her, barely suppressing a snort and a snarky reply.

"Shall we Greenbean? " She nodded and they began to make their way out of the forest.

"Cara" he called when she turned towards the kitchen. It took her a moment to realise that he was talking to her.

"Hm?" He beckoned her over to a fogged up window set into the walls of the Maze.

"Wait for it.....there! You see that?" He pointed at what looked like a ball of goop with mechanical spider legs sticking out. It let out a low groaning sound, similar to the one last night. It was obviously a Griever. It didn't look all that threatening, but its bloody reputation preceded it, and made it out to be some unstoppable beast. It moaned again, and with an audible slosh, it turned away from them and climbed the opposite wall.

Neither of them looked away until it disappeared.

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Siggy, or Frypan, was aptly named it seemed, as he made the best food Cara had ever tasted-not that that meant much, as it was the only food she could remember eating. But still, she had no idea that bacon could taste so good.

"So greenie." Newt plonked down beside her with a tray that was practically overflowing. "Today's your first day of work. You'll be with the slicers" Cara didn't like the sound of that.

Winston seemed like a nice enough to guy, but the keeper of the Slicers enjoyed his job a bit too much. Cara groaned as she flopped down just outside the Deadheads clearing. This was going to be a long week.