The Maze Runner ✖ Unbroken {Newt}

✖ What is going on? ✖

I must have fallen asleep.
The next time I open my eyes, it's warm and sunny.
The black blade is still in my hands.

How long did I sleep?

Nobody pays attention to me; everyone is busy doing their job or something else.

I'm hungry.

Insecurely, I get up and climb out of the box, the blade fixed to my belt. For the case anyone tries to come at me, I could pull it out within a second.
The way to the kitchen is easy to remember. I wait a while until Frypan walks by, head down.

"Next meal's in three hours, shank. Come back then." He tells me without even looking at me, busy cleaning a bowl.

"I missed breakfast. Could you get me something little right now, please?" I ask politely and he drops his bowl.

He definitely wasn't expecting to hear a female voice. He stares at me, his mouth half-opened.

"We're ... not supposed to talk to you." He manages to say after a while. "Okay, then don't talk to me. Just - please - get me something to eat. I am starving." I reply.

Why aren't they supposed to talk to me?

He nods and hurries to get away from me after picking up the bowl. I sit down while waiting.
Frypan brings me a sandwich and vanishes again.
Awkwardly, I start to eat it, all alone. I walk around and watch the boys doing their job as I see Newt.
He's working in the gardens with a few other boys so I decide to go over to him, the half-eaten sandwich in my hands.

Well, I don't get very far.
Thomas, the greenie from a few days ago runs past me, screaming and waving with his hands.

Ben is following him and his eyes look even madder than the day before. "Help me! Get him off me!" Thomas shouts, but Ben tackles him and shoves him on the ground.
"I saw you!" Ben yells, violet shadows under his eyes. He doesn't look good or healthy at all. "I saw what you did to us! It was you!"

I was like frozen, but I wake up and scream: "Someone help him!" before running there myself.

Newt's there before me. He knocks Ben off Thomas with the back of his spade, the metal making a disgusting noise when hitting the head bone.

I run over to Thomas while Newt is clinging Ben to the ground. More boys come running to us. "Are you alright?" He looks up to me, red imprints of Ben's fingers around his neck. His brown hair hangs into his confused face. "I did nothing, I swear!" I stroke over his throat where he got choked.

"You should go see the med-jacks." I murmur and my eyes meet Newt's.

I take down my hand and slid a bit away from Thomas.
Why was Newt looking at me?

"Thanks" Thomas interrupts my thoughts and I help him to get up.
I can't stop myself from looking at Newt again and I catch myself staring at his muscular arms.
This isn't really the moment now, I force myself to move on.

"All that started when Thomas arrived, then these two girl-shanks. I swear, it's their fault, things got weird since they got up!" I hear Gally's voice. "You find the way yourself?" I ask Thomas silently, he nods and I turn around.

"One of these girl-shanks does have a name!" I call loudly.
He turns around to me, looking furious. "Yeah, what would that be?"

"It's Jeanne." Newt interjects, getting up. Others are holding Ben to the ground now.

"Did you talk to her?"
"Yes, before it was forbidden. She's done nothing wrong."
"Where do you know that from?"
"Pull up Ben's shirt."

They do as Newt says and a few boys make disgusted noises.

His skin is pale blue, violet around a deep black wound. Dark liquid is pouring out of it, dried blood all over his chest. Newt and Gally look at each other worriedly.

"He's been stung."