Lovers Lies || Thomas

6 - Fake Welcome

"SO, what do you think of him so far?" Alby asked Sandra as they walked toward the Slammer, only the two of them while the others went back to their work.

She managed to have a quick shower and change into fresh clothes before Alby met her at her hut and told her they would go see Greenie to give him the short tour.

Sandra squared her shoulders, looking toward the Slammer. "Too timid to be a threat. Too lanky to be a Builder or a Bricknick." She paused, considering her next words. "I'll admit, those long legs could turn him into a Runner if he puts some muscle on, but right now, I reckon he should work with Newt."

Alby chuckled, shaking his head while patting her shoulder. "Great observation, but that's not what I meant."

She halted, facing him with furrowed brows as he also stopped. "You mean you want my opinion on him, like personality-wise?" she asked. He nodded and she looked back toward the Slammer. "He's scared like we all were." She faced back to him with a small smirk. "But the last boys that tried to escape from us after just coming out of the box, were Minho and Gally. Now look at those two."

"You reckon he's got potential for something more than a Track-hoe?"

She nodded, placing a hand on her hip. "I don't know what it is, but I've got a feeling something is going to come from him that benefits us all. Something about him is familiar."

And she wasn't lying. Since the minute she walked away with Newt, something told her that Greenie was there for a reason. For something she couldn't grasp to remember with her memories being wiped.

"Well, you know I always trust your judgment," Alby hummed, starting to walk away as she followed him. "Let's give him a proper introduction to the Glade."

"If he doesn't run away this time," she joked.

He turned around, raising a brow at her with amusement shining in his dark brown eyes. "At least he didn't hit anyone like you did."

She stuck her tongue out at him, earning a deep chuckle in response. The childish act made him feel better for her, thankful she seemed to be getting back to her old self after yesterday's events.

Billy and Alby shared a few words before she stood beside the first-in-command who crouched down in front of the door to the Slammer. Greenie scrambled away from the door, hitting his back against the mud wall, his eyes full of panic as they darted between Sandra and Alby.

"Hey there, Greenbean," Alby said as Sandra offered a blank face. "You're not gonna run again, okay?"

Greenie turned all his attention to the tip of Sandra's bow sticking out from above her shoulder. "I promise I won't shoot you," Sandra said, offering a small smile. "Unless you harm one of us, then it's open hunting season on you."

"She'll keep her promise to that," Alby said, rising back to his feet and unlocking the door.

Sandra stepped back, crossing her arms over her chest and keeping on alert. Greenie might look timid and weak, but she knew firsthand how great of a mask that was, which was why she rarely let down her guard.

Alby opened the door wider, crouching down again. "My name is Alby, and this is Sansa," he introduced them to the boy, deciding to not use Sandra's real name. "Can you tell us anything about yourself? Who are you, where you came from? Anything at all?"

Greenie looked down, fidgeting with his hands and Sandra took a step forward, understanding the panic of having no memories just like everyone else that came to the Glade. It's a horrible feeling that drowns you, even days after arriving. Sometimes it even lasted weeks—months.