THE NIGHT WE MET; thomas x fem!reader

CHAPTER ONE; the greenie has a name

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PART ONE
The Greenie Has A Name

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" third person point of view "

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Y/N ROLLED HER eyes with a smile as she watched the boys light the bonfire and start chanting.

"Gladers! Gladers! Gladers!"

Newt sat with the Greenie by a log while they ate.

"Hell of a first day, Greenie." Newt said in between his chewing. He lifted the jar of liquid that sat beside him and offered it to the boy that sat beside him. "Here. Put some hair on your chest."

The Greenie took a sip and immediately gagged, spitting it out on the grass in front of them, which caused Newt to chuckle.

"Ugh." The boy coughed and handed the jar back to Newt. "Oh, my God, what is that?"

"I don't even know." Newt shrugged. "It's Gally's recipe. It's a trade secret."

"Yeah, well, he's still an asshole." The Greenie muttered.

"He saved your life today. Trust me, the Maze is a dangerous place." Newt took a sip of his drink.

"We're trapped here, aren't we?"

"For the moment. But..." Newt twisted his body around and pointed over to where Y/N, Minho and the other Runners were. "You see them, there, by the fire? Those are the Runners. And that guy in the middle there, that's Minho. He's the Keeper of the Runners."

The Greenie's eyes wandered from Minho and to the girl sat beside him. She was talking about something, making gestures with her hands while she ate. A small smile pulled the edge of his mouth up as his eyes flitted over her face.

"Now, every morning when those doors open, they run into the Maze, mapping it, memorising it, trying to find a way out."

"How long have they been looking?"

"Three years." Newt answered.

"And they haven't found anything?"

"It's a lot easier said than done. Listen."

The two boys listened to the rumbling in the distance.

"Hear that? That's the Maze. Changing. It changes every night."

"How is that even possible?" The Greenie asked.

"You can ask the people who put us in here if you ever meet the bastards." Newt said. "Listen, the truth is the Runners are the only ones that really know what's out there. They're the strongest and the fastest of us all, and it's a good thing too because if they don't make it back before those doors close then they're suck out there for the night. And no one's ever survived a night in the Maze."

"What happens to them?" Newt was questioned by the Newbie.

"Well, we call them Grievers. Of course, no one's ever seen one and lived to tell about it. But they're out there." Newt's solemn tone then disappeared. "Right, well, that's enough questions for one night. Come on. Listen, you're supposed to be the guest of honour."

"Oh, well..."

"No. No, no, come on. Let me show you around." Newt stood up.

"I-- Really, I'm--" The Greenie protested.