"Minho, Minho wake up." Thomas shook the older boy's shoulder, earning a quiet groan in reponse.
"Get lost shuck face." he grumbled, rolling over in the bed.
"Minho get up..." Thomas went quiet and was quiet for quite some time until he muttered, "something's happened."
"What do you mean something has buggin happened?!" Minho said angrily, sitting up. "If one of those shanks has--"
"They haven't." Thomas cut in, his voice sounding distant.
"Whatever. I'm up. Let's just go." Minho said as he pulled on yesterday's clothes.
Thomas walked ahead as they left the small shack. The cold morning air bit at Minho's exposed lower legs, waking him up that much more.
Paradise itself had a very similar layout to the glade. The only difference was that instead of being surrounded by a maze, they were surrounded by a forest. And no box. They had built a homestead number two, and a number of smaller shacks to hold their tools. They even managed to make a couple of benches too.
"So what is this big problem you got so wide eyed for, hey shank?" Minho snapped as they approchaed the pit. Yes they had a pit, not everybody liked to follow orders.
Thomas knelt down and opened it, stepping back so that Minho could look in. "See for yourself," Thomas mumbled.
The older boy scoffed and knelt down, expecting to see one of the younger kids in there, probably for stealing food from the kitchen again. "Now listen ki--" he stopped mid sentence. It wasn't one of the younger kids. His words caught in his throat and he looked at Thomas and then back into the pits. "Newt..?" Minho managed to get out. He didn't understand, it couldn't be possible. A thousand questions raced through his mind as he tried to process everything and then Newt spoke. That soft, angelic voice Minho had almost forgotten. "Who are you?"
