Destined To Die

3. Food, finally

The world seemed to had started to dim and the sun had retreated lower in the sky. The light breeze shook the vegetation.

I sat alone under a tree, a few strands of my dark hair flew out from behind my ear and onto my face. I pushed the hair out of my face and leaned against the hard bark. My knees where tucked up to my chest and my arms resided around them.

I looked around this foreign place, no one really seemed to be working anymore; they all started to crowd around a small hut area.

Once again, I saw a familiar childish figure jog towards me, "Hiya Chuck." I said with minimal enthusiasm.

I don't even know what country I'm in, or better yet, continent; I haven't eaten for God knows how long, I can't remember anything before waking up in that elevator, or what the gladers, eugh, call it, the box.

"Hey! You hungry?" Chuck asked with a smile on his face, "Dinners ready, let's go get some! We can come back here and eat it!"

"You betcha I'm hungry, let's go." I say, "You have the privilege of me not being in a state of depression because of no food!" I say trying to joke and failing... big time.

"You aren't the best at making jokes are you?" The boy asked rhetorically.

"Nope... I am not." There was an awkward pause, "But hey! Maybe some food will help." Trying to be slightly optimistic for this poor boy.

We reached the kitchen, a tall, muscular, black boy with a buzz cut stood behind the counter, by the time we had got their the line had mostly cleared. The boy had a grin spread wide on his face, "Hey! Welcome to the glade, new girl! Got any clue what your name is yet?"

"Not at all. It's horrible actually." i paused, "Sorry, that sounded rude."

"Don't you worry, i was a bit like that. it's just a fat load of clunk." the boy said still smiling.

"Hey, uh, what's your name?" i ask while grabbing a bowl.

"I'm Frypan! Funny, seeing how i'm a cook!"

"Well it's nice to meet you." Frypan pours some vegetable stew into mine and chucks bowl, before putting the remaining stew away and closing the gate that led to the kitchen. We walked all together to a picnic bench by the homestead. i sat down on the far right, chuck sat down next to me and Frypan sat on the other side of the bench.

chuck spoke, "Sure you don't wanna go sit back at your tree?"

"Nah, its fine i guess."

I sat and stared at the stew, occasionally stirring the liquid. Everyone around me seemed to be conversing and smiling. How can people be smiling. We are stuck in a big fucking feild surrounded by massive walls that form stupid goddamn maze.

How are they so calm?

Anger started brewing in my chest.

I mean what the fuck is wrong with them!

I can't even remember my own goddam name, plus it stinks of animal shit

I hate it here!

I Hate this stew!

I hate these benches!

I hate these stupid buildings and I HATE everyone here!!

If emotions are left to bubble they are sure to pop right?

My chest felt tight and my head was pounding, my vision blurred and I felt dizzy.

I slammed my hands into the picnic bench and stood up sharply.

My fast actions made the blood rush to different parts of my body.

I pushed the bowl over and the stew flung over the bench hitting someone in the back who was sitting on the bench across me.

They shouted some weird slang Swearing.

This stupid ugly man child was practically speaking a foreign language.

A tall boy with a terrible haircut stormed over to me but I didn't care. I speedwalked off angrily. There was a forest on the other side of the glade. Time seemed to stop.

In a matter of what felt like seconds but rather minutes I arrived in the forest.

Why am I so angry? I mean these people are being nice and understanding. What the fuck is wrong with me!

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