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004; 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘯

The group of kids were now headed towards another building. She could feel the eyes of everyone around her, they stared and whispered. The embarrassment of being found in such a state would be engraved in her reputation. She had now proved that she was weak. 

She clicked her tongue against her teeth and sighed. After what happened, she'd be on edge forever. The fear of being seen as weak was immense. The place was full of boys who could easily strangle her if they wanted. If she played the weak card, would they take it as an invitation to kill her, or would they let her live. If they saw her as a threat, would they fear her or simply kill her for it?

The what-ifs and the worse-case-scenarios ran around her head at least four times before they started to settle by the kitchens. It was getting a bit dark now, the light of the sun was dimming. There were no clouds in the sky. Weird. She looked back down from the sky and around her. She had been led to a building of some sort by the trees in the glade. 

"Kitchens." Newt walked past her after giving her the vague description. His lack of enthusiasm, the way he passed her, she knew. The one person who had once looked at her and excused her poor behavior had turned away after an outburst. It was stupid. Not him, but her.

She licked her lips that were abnormally dry and took a good look of the kitchens. On the outside it was built as any of the other buildings: unevenly cut pieces of wood mushed together for walls, roofs of varying sizes of wood weaved together, and overall shabby. 

Who could blame them though, bunch of guys thrown in a place who now had to learn how to survive. If these guys' story was true, she almost felt proud that they got this far. But now was no time to drool over simple acts. 

The inside of the kitchen was full of food, fruits, veggies, chopped meat, and more she couldn't tell what. The interior is what intrigued her. Though the outside was built, the inside consisted of a sink, stove, and fridge. She doubted that the stove was electric or gas, but the fridge and sink had to be powered to an extent. 

As she turned her body to look at Newt, she was only met by a sea of beady eyes that glared. Newt was nowhere in sight. The only ones she could recognize were, Gally, the boys from the maze, and Alby. Soon after she noticed, Alby had got up too. 

Alby posed as a leader. But if he was the leader why hadn't she seen him until now? Newt seemed to be everywhere doing everything, yet he stepped back when Alby arrived. He began a walk to behind the kitchens, turning back to face the group of boys before doing so. He must've caught eyes because a handful more had gotten up, including the dark-skinned boy who was serving food. 

They all slowly filed out of the area, away from the kitchen. While she so desperately wanted a peek, she knew she would only get herself into more trouble. Instead she settled for getting some food. She fell in line behind several boys and waited her turn, when she arrived she stood there confused. 

"Hey Greenie, you wanted food?" The boy smiled at her. She desperately hoped that there was no catch to it and took a deep breath. 

"I'd like that." She exhaled after she let out those three words. 

"Right, do you have a name? We're stuck calling you nicknames till you do," He shrugged as he prepared a plate. 

A name? Why hadn't she thought of that? And why could she now not think of it at all? Her name. She must've had one, what did he mean by "till"? Was it a hint that the forgetting a name was normal here. 

"I...I can't remember anything like that." It was a quick blurt out. She didn't know what else to say but the truth. 

He nodded as he handed her a plate, "Yeah most of us don't. The only thing the shucked creators let you have back is your name. If you don't remember now, you'll surely find out later. I wouldn't stress it."