Daedalus

A Party and a Greenie

Cos they say home is where your heart is set in stone

It's where you go when you're alone

It's where you go to rest your bones
- Home, Gabrielle Aplin

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Two weeks had passed since the dream incident, and Cara had endured six days of hell (the guys had learned to stay out of her way after the first day, and she genuinely enjoyed seeing the fear in their eyes when she came their way.)

She had also discovered that she could climb pretty well, and had carved her name messily into the wall. Things were starting to fall into place.

Well, at least until the newbie showed up.

It was a girl, which meant she would be sleeping with her by the deadheads clearing. She had been out running when she arrived, so she hadn't seen the dark haired girl curl up in the corner of the box. Newt had calmed her down before she could 'pull a Cara' as Leo called it. Gally, however, had been a complete and utter arse, and had shoved her over and dropped the bomb about the Grievers in the maze.

Then Al from the builders (all the builders seemed to be slintheads) had pushed her into the fight circle at the party, when Cara had been hiding in the homestead (social interaction-ugh).

The Greenie had then decided to take her anger out on the trees. And then fainted. The poor girl had worse luck than she had! She had found her when she was going home, and had ran to get help. Zart and-for a reason she could not comprehend-Gally had came to her aid. Gally insisted on carrying her and helping Cara put up another hammock. Maybe out of guilt? Nah, this was Gally. He would never admit that he felt sorry for anyone, and he would rather cut off his hands than willingly help someone.

She woke up with a groan, and looked over at the still sleeping Greenie. She ran her fingers through her tangled hair and tugged at a few particularly stubborn knots. Hissing in pain, she looked back over. Still asleep. Incredible. She was either really tired, in some sort of stress induced coma or was faking it. Cara slid along to the end of her hammock and braced her foot against the tree, attempting to tie her shoe. She glanced over again by chance, and she was finally awake and staring at her knuckles. 'Ah,' Cara thought. 'She must be admiring Jeff's handiwork'

"Look who's up." It was amusing how quickly her head whipped around.

"Oh, um...." confusion was written all over her face. She was clearly regretting speaking.

"G'morning to you too, Greenie." Cara teased. She just got more flustered.

"Oh, yeah, sorry. Morning."

"Some night you had yesterday, shank." She grinned at her.

"Yeah, I guess." She replied, rubbing her neck and studying her hands again. After a momentary lapse in the conversation, she asked "How did I get back?"

"Oh yeah. After your big protest, which surprised quite a lot, I must say, you went over to the trees and punched the hell out of them."

"Yeah, I remember that." there was an undertone of impatience in her voice.

"Then you passed out."

"I what?" she seemed genuinely shocked by that.

"Yeah. After you went all psycho on a tree, you fainted. Jeff said it was most likely due to stress or something. Me, Zart and Gally carried you back." she was as surprised by his random act of (sort of ) kindness as Cara was.

"I'm sorry, you what?"

"Me and Zart tried to stop him!" and they really did. But that asshole was stubborn. "But he insisted."

"Why?" now that was the million dollar question.

"No clue." She groaned

"I thought I told everyone to leave me alone ." Good luck with that.

"Greenie, that's not gonna happen. In this place, we have to work together, eat together, exist together. You're not getting away from anyone here." And she wouldn't be, not unless she was chosen to be a runner, and even then she would be paired up with someone.

"I hate this place." Everyone did, it wasn't exactly news.

"Join the club. Now, I don't know about you, but I'm getting some food. You coming?" It seemed like the polite thing to do, and the poor girl was probably starving.

"So, what's your story?" She asked, following Cara from the forest.

"Oh yeah," she tossed her hair over her shoulder (she really needed to get something to tie it back) "I'm Icarus. Cara, as I'm known by most. And I'm a runner. Mostly because I was bad at everything else. Everything I touch turns to dust. Except trees." She said, poking one.

"And humans" the girl said, punching her shoulder jokingly (that had to hurt one hell of a lot)

"You seem nice, Greenie. Hope I won't get sick of you." Cara smiles

"You too." she replies, half grinning herself. They wander out of the first together, snatching some food from the cooks (Frypan isn't usually so lenient, maybe he really likes the Greenie)

"So what's on the agenda today?" Cara asked

"You would know more than me. What did you do on your second day?" Cara winced. Her second day was pretty horrible, to be honest

"I think I tried out for jobs. As I said earlier I was pretty bad at most things. What do you think you'll get?" The Greenie rolled her eyes, puffing out air quietly.

"Who knows. I could be anything. don't even know what I'm good at, anyway...what do you think I'll be?" She asked curiously. 'Hmm,' Cara thought, 'What would she be suited to?'

"Slicer, maybe." She decided. "They kill the pigs and stuff."

"You're kidding me." she deadpanned.

"Not kidding. You could handle it, and you clearly enjoy the sight of blood." Cara explained to her

"I don't!" The Greenie protested. "I got annoyed. And my arms feel like twigs, so I doubt I'll be able to do much."

Cara shrugged, muttered "Ok." and inhaled the remnants of her sandwich, before walking away. It was time to work.

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I don't operate well under pressure! Don't murder me! So I missed the deadline...by three weeks.

Whoops?

I am genuinely sorry about that, and I swear I will sit my ass down and force myself to write next time round.

But hey, you should check out Arno_Dorkian and PointlessDaydreamer if you want to learn about Leo and the Greenbean.

Again, I'm sorry for the delay.