Running Accident

Chapter 3: Bonfire

(Y/N Perspective)

Before I know it, it's nighttime and the boys are starting the bonfire. Lighting it up, all of us grabbing a glass of Gallys special recipe and sitting down with our friends having a laugh. It's bonfire nights that I love the most for quite obvious reasons. Having a night like this where we can all just chill and relax feels great. I'm sure it feels better for the other boys because it feels like most of my time during the day is down time. I'm doing the same thing every day and few Gladers come to the med-jack hut anyway.

I'm sitting next to the Greenie with Newt on the other side of us, eating dinner. The bonfire illuminating an orange hue around us None of us really say anything for a bit and focusing on our food instead. That's until Newt speaks up.

"Hell of a first day, Greenie," Newt looks at the Greenie while he gives a little nod.

"Here," Newt picks up the glass filled with Gallys special drink and hands it too him. "Put some hair on your chest," I give Newt a look as to say what are you doing. Gallys drink is very strong, no one know what's in it and it taste like klunk. But it's better than nothing. The Greenie looks a bit hesitant at first but grabs the glass and take a big sip, only to spit it out. Me and Newt look at each other as I let a giggle, and he chuckles. It might be a bit mean but still funny.

"Oh, my God, what is that?" the Greenie questions and passes the glass back to Newt.

"I don't even know," says Newt.

"Its Gallys recipe, it's a trade secret," I say as Newt turns around and looks at Gally wrestling some of the Gladers, just like every other bonfire night. The boys never seem to get bored of it.

"Yeah, well, he's still an asshole."

"He saved your life today. Trust me, the Maze is a dangerous place." Newt says and we all look out at the closed door and listen to the sounds of the grievers.

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

"That's until we find a way out, hopefully sooner rather than later," Newt and the Greenie look at me, but I keep my eyes concentrated on the door.

"But" We all turn out heads around, "you see those guys, 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. Now every morning when those doors open, they run the Maze, mapping it, memorizing it, trying to find a way out."

"How long have they been looking?" asks the greenie. "Three years," the shock on the Greenies face is not hard to miss. Every time someone comes up from the box they hear the same things, and most of the time have the same reaction. Coming up in a random box surrounded by a bunch of boys only to find out that their stuck in here, it's a pretty shit thing to hear.

"And they haven't found anything?"

"It's a lot easier said than done, listen" Newt raises his finger in the air, and we all sit there listening to the walls of the maze changing. "Hear that? That's the Maze changing, it changes every night," Another shocked look from the Greenie.

"How is that even possible?"

"You can ask the people who put us in here if you ever meet the bastards. 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 things too because if they don't make it back before those doors close, then they're stuck out there for the night. And no one has ever survived a night in the Maze," As per usual this topic of conversation doesn't sit too right with the Greenies, but this ones special. He seems to be taking it a lot better than most, even after the stunt he pulled today. Walking up the doors of the maze is a ballsy move.