Alby had pointed me to a random kid who was told his name is Chuck. Chuck was a small little chubby guy with rosy cheeks and a curly splotch of brunette hair on top of his head.
One thing I noticed on the first seconds is that this kid loves to talk.
"So that's the west door, there's the east door, that's the south door and the north door!" The little kid chirped excitingly as he pointed at the several gaps in the massive slabs of stone.
Doors?
I chose to ignore it since my head was already aching from all this babbling. I noted to ask the question to Newt or Alby for the matter.
"There's the homestead" Chuck said as he pointed to a big hut next to a tree and a little lake.
"There are the gardens"
I nodded.
"Oh oh! And that's the runners hut!"
"The what?"
"The runners hut" The kid repeated again as his chubby finger pointed right at a little hut in the forest Chuck had called the deadheads.
"What's a- runner?" I asked confused.
To be honest, I'm starting to think these people are talking another language.
"Runners, they are the best of the best. They run around the maze every single day when those doors open"
Wait. Pause.
"Did you just say maze?"
"Wait did I?" The kid looked at me confused.
"I swear you did"
The already rosy cheeks started to burn into a slightly redder color.
"Forget I said that!"
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Dreamers within these walls //newtmas au
Teen FictionA world where dreams capture the fate of reality. Will they be able to escape?
