Escape The Maze (A Maze Runner Story)

8. Slicers, Gardens, and Grievers

Today was my first day trying out to be a Slicer....and so far I've been hating it. The moment I walked in here the place reeked of blood and death. No wonder they call it the Blood House...

Winston, the Keeper of the Slicers, was an acne-covered kid, short but muscular, and it seemed to liked his job way too much.

First hour he spent pointing out which pens held which animals, where the chicken and turkey coops were, what went where in the barn. The second hour was spent actually working with the farm animals—feeding, cleaning, fixing a fence, scraping up klunk or in other word....droppings. And finally to the 3rd one. Slaughtering animals.

It was terrible. Watching as Winston slaughtered a pig and began preparing its parts for future eating. I swear I nearly threw up and he even offered me if I wanted to do it. Just remembering that memory from earlier started to make my stomach feel sick.

I was currently working in the Gardens after Newt offered me that I could help there and I took that offer gladly. I'd been working beside Thomas for a few hours now. Newt was with us but as Second-in-Command he had some business to attend to.

Chuck also had come and visited us but was told to go do his job. Whatever that job was I had no clue. Neither me nor Thomas said a word to each other unless we needed a tool or something. I was really getting tired of the silence.

All the silence kept making my mind wander back to last night. The hatred and madness in Ben's eyes as he faced us. The horrifying scream that ripped through his throat. Some Gladers said that when Minho went back to the Maze door, he went to get the collar that was around Ben at the door. Newt explained that the Grievers always did that. If someone was banished they'd always leave behind the collar. It made several shivers go down my spine.

I stopped working and just stared down at the dirt. Looking over at Thomas I said, " Thanks."

He paused slightly before continuing to work. " Thanks for what?"

" Y'know. For um last night."

Thomas simply shrugged. " It was nothing."

" But why did you do it?"

His eyes met mine. He studied me for a few minutes. His brows narrowed as if he was trying to figure me out or something. " I...I'm not entirely sure."

I smiled softly at him. " Well it was nice of you to do that for me....even though we don't really know each other very well."

" See that's the thing..." He trailed off. " I feel as if I do know you."
He feels the same way as me? I looked back down at the dirt. " I know what you mean."

" Y-you do?"

" Yeah. Ever since I came up that box...everyone looks familiar. Their names sound familiar. Plus I've been having strange dreams since I came up here. Every single dream I can't remember but I know they're important. Very important but no matter how hard I rack my brain to remember them, it doesn't."

Thomas was going to reply till Zart, the Keeper of the Gardens, told us to get back to work. Now the silence was no more. We joked, talked about anything and everything we could, and even played around.

Yeah it may have looked like we were flirting with each other or even lovers when really we acted like good friends or siblings really. He was so easy to talk to him about anything. I was comfortable with him and trust him fully even though we met a few days ago. He truly was like a brother to me and he must've felt the same way.