final moments → THE MAZE RUNNER ✓

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CHAPTER TWO
( GREENIE )

     "YOU'LL BE SLEEPING IN THE Homestead tonight," Newt says, leading me to a large building. "Normally, only the Keepers sleep there, but you're an exception."

I nod, not wanting to respond as I look around the Glade. Stares are sent my way, and I wriggle in uncomfort. Am I the only girl here?

"Oh, and there are three rules of the Glade," He turns to me, "One- always do your part, in other words, you work. Two- never hurt another Glader, we're all about trust around here. And three- never leave the Glade, only the Runners can go into the Maze."

"The Maze?" I furrow my eyebrows in confusion, "What Maze?"

"Ah, shuck." Newt scratches the back of his neck. "You weren't supposed to hear that. I'll tell ya about it tomorrow."

I shrug off the feeling of uncertainty, and follow him to the Homestead.

We're in a Maze?

I'm the only girl?

Who sent me here?

Why am I here?

Why can't I remember anything?

Questions swarm through my mind, making me feel nasious. I sigh, and look to the floor as Newt opens the Homestead door for me. I guess I'll have to stay here. But for how long?

"I hope ya don't mind, but you'll be sharin' a room with Minho." His accent seeps through his words, to where I almost don't know what he's saying. "We just thought you'd need a bodyguard 'round here. Ya know? To keep all those other slintheads away from ya."

I keep my lips sealed, not even uttering a word of objection. I keep my hands on my elbows as I walk up the stairs behind Newt. He leads me to the last room on the right, then stops in front of the door.

"This is where you'll be stayin'. We already got ya a bed in there, so ya won't have to deal with sleepin' next to Minho."

I nod, and open the door in front of us. The room is plain and dull, with a bed placed at the corner of a wall, opposite from the other bed. It's not what I expected, but it'll do.

I walk over to the bed that I'm guessing is mine, and sit on it. I keep a straight posture, and glance around the room in interest.

"I'll send Chucky boy in here when supper's ready. He's a wee little fat shank, but nice sap when all's said and done."

"Okay." I say lowly, and smile kindly. "Are there doctors around here?"

"Yeah, Med-jacks." He nods. "Why?"

"M-my leg." I frown, and stand up to show him the cut that I got in the box. Then I remember that I still have the knife in my back pocket. I touch the knife in reassurance.