Running From Your Problems (a Newt/ Maze Runner fanfic)

Tours

Newt storms off as soon as I ask him about becoming a runner.

"Why aren't you going to answer my question?" I yell at him.

He says nothing and just keeps walking in the direction of the biggest building in the Glade.

Once I reach the front steps of the building Newt is already inside and at the top of the three story staircase.

"This is the Homestead," he starts, I can tell that he is ticked off. "this is where we have meetings and where the leaders stay. Your tour begins here Greenie."

I follow him through one last set of doors and step out onto a balcony that overlooks the Glade.

"That is where the med-jacks work, they also go to wherever they are needed..."

He continues on, but I don't really pay attention until he points to a tiny shack nestled along one of the gigantic walls that surround us on all sides.

"...That is the map room. Only runners are allowed in there, don't get any ideas."

Newt turns on his heel and swiftly walks back into Homestead.

"Wait! Where are you going?" I run to catch up with him.

"There is still more that I have to show you," he says with an obvious hint of disgust. Yup, he is definitely ticked at me.

I follow him until I realize that we are heading back towards the woods.

I immediately stop and stare.

"Why are we going back in the woods?" I am starting to freak out.

He says nothing, just turns around at gives me a look that says 'don't make me force you to do this because I will if I have to.' I know that he is pretty ticked at me already and I don't want to make him any more mad.

We walk in silence for at least ten more minutes. About a quarter mile ahead of us (I have no idea how I know this) there is a clearing.

"Welcome," Newt says, breaking the suffocating silence. "to the Deadheads."

The clearing was filled with headstones. Most of them only had a name on them, but there was one that caught my eye. It didn't have a headstone, but there was a pane of glass reflecting the bright sunshine all around me.

I start walking towards it trying to figure out why it is so much different.

"(Y/n)! Stop!" Newt yells grabbing my arm.

"What?" I ask, extremely annoyed right now. "you don't tell me why I ticked you off, you won't answer my question, and now you think you can tell me what to do? Why?"

"Fine, go ahead. I'm not going any closer to that than I have to," Newt looks down and runs his hands through his hair.

I confidently walk up to the grave and kneel down beside it.

The inside of the glass grave was gruesome, enough to make me want throw up.

Inside the grave was the upper half of a body that had been clearly been sliced clean from the lower half. On the outside was a plaque that read:
'Let this half-shank be a warning to all:
You can't escape through the Box Hole.'

"Wha-?" I gasp, standing up.

I attempt to walk back without looking scared, but I knew that my tough exterior had just been broken through. I stumble as I back up and feel myself falling.

The ground comes up really fast. Too fast for my extremely stressed body to handle. Before I know it, I meet the ground.

And once again, everything is doused in darkness.