The Rebel •Newt TMR• HIATUS

4: The Tour

After allowing Newt to drag me around the Glade in order to tell everyone my name, he finally left me with Alby to give me the tour. Before we began, he started asking questions about how I remembered my name and if I dreamt last night.

I wrote everything I could remember on my notepad, including being stabbed in the neck and how I somehow knew Newt and Gally before being sent here. Although I remembered the scientists names, Thomas and Teresa, I chose to keep them secret for now until I find out more. In my description I also included that I had called out for somebody named Pollux.

As Alby read over my explanation, I watched the other Gladers work. I could see Newt bent down gardening on the other side of the Glade.

"Well that's somewhat useful, I guess. Anyway, this is the Glade, as you're already aware. There are three rules here. Rule number one, do your part. Number two, never harm another Glader. Lastly, number three, never go beyond the walls." I nodded obediently, although I couldn't help but be a bit curious.

"Okay, follow me." He said, handing the notepad back. "So, to your left is the Homestead, where we all sleep–" I cocked a brow, "We're working on getting you a hammock today, don't worry." I grinned, nodding at him to continue. "The kitchen is also in there, I'm sure you've met our cook, Frypan. Over there is the farms, that's where the track-hoes work."

My eyes drifted to my blonde friend once again, who was now shielding his eyes from the sun and waving at me. I blushed and continued to follow Alby. The dark boy pointed to another area a bit farther away.

"Those are the builders, they build the hammocks, fences, tools, basically everything we need." I spotted Gally amongst the small group, hammering away.

"That hut is home to the Slicers–" I gagged, already smelling the dried blood in the shack as we walked past. "You can guess what they do."

Over there is the Map room, it's where the runners map out the Maze.

"The Med-jacks, Clint and Jeff, are in the hut to your left, they act as our doctors." I smile at the thought of Gally having to go in there after I punched him the night before. "Chuck!" Alby called the curly haired boy, who came to his side quickly. "Explain to Tori what your job is."

"But I–"

"Now, Chuck."

"Fine... I'm a Slopper. I pick up klunk." I furrowed my brow in confusion and wrote the new word on my notepad with a question mark.

"It means shit." Alby commented, "Klunk is Glader slang." Rolling my eyes, I said bye to Chuck and walked away with Alby.

"Those over there are the Deadheads..." I tuned out for a while, admiring the scenery as we passed by. Although the area seemed dreary, I liked it. "And lastly, this is the opening to the Maze. The Maze surround the whole Glade and is our way of getting out of here. That's the job of the Runners, to find our way out."

My eyes lit up and I looked to Alby hopefully. The thought of being a Runner was interesting to me, but I also liked the idea of working as a track-hoe or builder.

"You're not becoming a Runner. Although you will be allowed to try it out." I sighed, shrugging as if to say 'oh well'. Well if that's the case, then I'll try for Builder or Track-hoe. I didn't want to be Slopper, Slicer or Med-Jack. Maybe I could help Frypan in the kitchen...

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It was lunch time in the Glade, and boy I was hungry. Alby had told me to go grab some food and I'll get to try out some jobs later. After thanking Frypan for the meal, I plopped myself down beside Newt, who's cheeks resembled a squirrel as he ate.

"Hey love, how's your day been so far?" The Brit asked before taking another bite of his salad. I jotted my words down cheerfully and slid it to him while munching on my veggies. "Well I'm happy that you're having a good time. Got any idea what job you want yet?"

I wrote on the notepad, "Either Track-hoe, Builder or Runner."

"No way. You are not being a Runner, Cas." Newt said firmly, shaking his head.

Cas? That's new.

"Why the hell not?" I wrote, glaring at him slightly as he read it.

"It's too dangerous. You're our only girl which means there's a reason you've been sent up here. I just don't want you getting hurt in the Maze." Newt explained, avoiding eye contact with me. I huffed, crossing my arms in annoyance. Without a goodbye, I stood up and left the Homestead.

As I turned the corner, I bumped into another Glader. I mentally cursed, backing up with an apologetic look. My heart sank as I realized who I ran into.

"Watch where you're going, Shebean." Gally sneered, shoving past me. I scoffed and stuck out my foot just as he past me, tripping him instantly. Other Gladers near us stifled their laughs as they watched the scene unfold. "What the shuck is wrong with you?!" Gally yelled, standing up angrily and pointing a finger in my face. "Stay away from me."

I should've known that even though I impressed him last night doesn't make us friends.

Without the ability to shout back, I simply flipped him off and headed off to go find Alby so he could introduce me to the Keepers in the Glade. One thing I knew for sure as I marched through the Glade was...

I'm going to show these assholes who their dealing with.