The Glade Girl (Maze Runner Fanfic)

Chapter 7: Slicing (and the after-effects)

A/N: Some of this chapter is a little gross and gory, so if you're sensitive to that, skip to paragraph six after you read paragraphs one through four.

I wake up with the sun in my eyes. Looking around, I see most of the boys are still asleep. Minho and Thomas's hammocks are empty. I see them run into the maze as soon as the doors open. Getting out of my hammock, I hear a grunt. I look down and see I stepped on Newt! "Newt! What are you doing?!" I whisper-yell at him. "You started crying in your sleep, so I came over and slept here to calm you down!" He whispers back. I try to tip-toe past all the sleeping gladers but step on a twig, the snap ripping through the silence like a bullet. The boy nearest me punches me in the shin and sits up. "The shuck wazzat for?" He slurs groggily. I give him a sheepish smile. "Sorry," I say. 

Once I get out of the pack of groggy boys, Newt in tow, I ask him what job I have today. "You get to be with the slicers for the first half of the day-" Newt mumbles something that sounds like If you can last that long  "-and then you'll join me in the garden with the track hoes," Newt concludes. While he's walking away, towards breakfast, I notice he has a limp. Why haven't I noticed that before? I wonder how he got that limp. I start spacing out as I put on my sound-phones, walking towards the dining area. 

"And I won't be afraid to never know
When the night will come and take us home
And people change, we fade from youth
And evolve into eternal life
Don't slip away, I'm begging you
To let me sing with angels"

I hum along with the song as I sit down next to Newt. Taking off my sound-phones, I hear Newt talking to Chuck about someone named Alby. "Who's Alby?" I ask, snapping my sound-phones into place on the back of my jean shorts. Newt turns to me dramatically. "You haven't met Alby yet, have ya greenbean?" I shake my head, curious. "Alby's the leader round' here. Nobody's been in the glade longer than him. All the others before him are dead," Newt says, using his fork to make throat slicing motion on the final word. "He was the one who put Gally in the slammer after Gally knocked you out." I nod, remembering the voice I heard before passing out. "Anyway-" Newt stands up "-I need to get to the gardens, and you-" he points at me "-need to report to Winston." 

I walk over to the slaughterhouse. A boy with an acne ridden face and oily black hair greeted me with a smirk. "Okay, hullo, now down to business. I've already killed the thing, you've just gotta slice it and clean it. I'll help you with cleaning, but the rest you do yourself," He barks orders at me. I walk over to the table he points me to, almost throwing up my bacon at the sight. There, on the table, or, more like on the stone slab, is a lump of meat. It was so mangled and misshapen that I can't figure out what animal it was. I kinda don't want to know what it is. Liver and guts are spilling out of one side, and the whole thing is covered in blood. Winston hands me a knife, nudging me towards the meaty lump. And that's when it happens. I barf. I barf right there. I can taste the horrible, acidic taste, and I hear Winston laughing at me. Someone gives me a towel to wipe my face with and helps me away. I look up and see Chuck helping me away from the mess. We walk past Gally, who smirks and says, "See! Told ya you wouldn't last a minute!" All the builders then laugh at this, and one even throws woodchips at me. "Shut up Gally! You're such a klunk-head!" Everyone gasps and I turn towards Chuck, who yelled the insult at the six-foot builder. "What'd you say shank? Did you say something?" Gally says while walking toward us. My stomach flips and before I know it, I throw up all over Gally. He looks down, disgusted. "Ugh, gross! We're not done with this, stay right there!" Of course, Chuck and I do exactly the opposite. We run. 

We get to the showers, and Chuck grabs me a towel. "Sorry, Chuck. Thanks for the towel!" I say to him. "Uh, could you stand watch?" Chuck turns to me, confused. Then his face lights up and he blushes in embarrassment. "O-oh, yeah, I-I'll, yeah," He says, walking out. I shower, washing myself with some herbal soapy stuff. I get all the vomit off, along with dirt and dust that I didn't even notice I accumulated. Once I'm clean, I dry off. I look around, realizing that I'm in trouble. I don't have any spare clothes. I wrap my towel around myself and peek out. "Uh, Chuck? I don't have a change of clothes," I say. "Oh! Some came up in the box with you. I'll get em'!" Chuck says, running off towards homestead. I look outside and see the builders coming towards the bathrooms. Ah, shuck! I catch myself using the glader word. The boys are rubbing off on me. I quickly take my towel off and use it to seal the door shut. I hear a boy say, "Ah shuck! It's locked! Go get Newt or Alby or someone! I gotta go!"

When Chuck gets back, I quickly open the door, grab the clothing, and put it on. I step outside and get pushed aside as a builder rushes inside, shutting himself in a bathroom stall. I hear him sigh in relief when he gets in the bathroom. 

Once the bathroom incident is over, Chuck and I start towards Frypan's. "The box is coming with supplies today," Chuck says, suddenly. "What?" I ask. "The box. It comes with supplies every week, on the same day. Once a month, it brings a Greenie too." Chuck replies. I nod, taking this new information in. We walk to the dining area, hungry, and ready to eat.

A/N: Here's an update! Sorry about not updating for a while! Testing weeks started and I had to study a shuck ton!