It's okay until it isn't

Not Immune

Newt's POV:

The guard approached us, and we didn't try to run, because he had already seen us. He just came and grabbed our arms, and started dragging us down the hall. Minho was fighting against him

"Hey! What are you doing?"

The guard just huffed

"Well, you escaped, so you get to live in the dorm until we let the others out, or they escape."

With that, Minho stopped struggling. We made it to a room with a few beds, and the guard dropped us there, and left. Minho looked at me, and I shrugged

"How about we explore our new home for the next who knows how long?"

Minho nodded. We had this room, a bathroom, and what we assumed was a cafeteria. It had ready made meals wrapped in foil, and a few tables. We got to eat actual food for once in the last couple weeks instead of bread. As we walked over to the cafeteria, me and Minho talked about our cell time.

"So, Newt, what food did you get?"

"I got bread."

Minho shot me a mock-envious look

"Oh my gosh! You're so lucky. I got limp lettuce."

I rolled my eyes.

"Well now we can have actual food."

"Amen."

I sat down at a table

"Minho, can you get me anything that's not bread?"

Minho winked at me

"How about some limp lettuce?"

"You know what I meant."

Minho winked again, and walked over to the racks of food. The cafeteria had many picnic tables, and the floor was white concrete. Luckily, the walls were more cream colored, or I would have been blinded by all this shucking white. About a fourth of the room was filled with a giant shelf filled with foil wrapped food. Minho came back a few minutes later, sat next to me, and put one foil wrapped plate in front of me, and one in front of him. I took off the foil. It was a shucking cake!

"Minho. How did you find this?"

"It was on the rack."

"This is the best meal ever."

"Well, there's plenty more cake."

"I think that's for the others. . ."

"Well, you snooze, you lose."

Yep. That was Minho all right. I leaned my head onto his shoulder.

"What is it, Newt?"

"Nothing. I just missed you. . ."

That's when we heard voices, and turned to see all the other gladers spill into the cafeteria. I grabbed Frypan as he was passing by

"Hey, Fry. How'd you guys get out?"

". . .Well, they let us out, how else?"

Frypan scurried away to get food, and I turned to Minho, who looked stunned.

"Min, we escaped about an hour before they were going to let us out."

Minho looked at me, and I looked at him.

Then we burst into laughter.

That's when I heard the cafeteria door slam open, and saw the WICKED guards.

Minho's POV:

Everyone else seemed to fade away as the WICKED guards looked straight at me and Newt. My brain focused on them, zoning out everything else. The guards have made it to our table now. They're Newt away.