As you sit down at breakfast with Newt and Alby, you look around for Minho. No matter where your eyes dart to: the line for food, the other table, your table, even the cooks, you can't find him anywhere.
"Where's Minho?" you finally ask, feeling Newt and Alby staring at you. You guess you do look pretty ridiculous, looking all around the glade.
"He's already out in the Maze," Newt answers, his focus going back to his breakfast. "The Runners always leave early so they don't get trapped out there for the night."
You shudder, remembering the Griever Newt had shown you. It was no wonder they left early to avoid them. You'd give up any amount of sleep too just to never see one of those things without some sort of barrier.
"Newt, you still haven't told me what the Maze is. I know it's whatever is outside the walls, but what is it?" you ask. You hope he doesn't think you're dumb. Anything called a maze sounds self explanatory, but not in this instance.
"You'll see," Newt answers.
You begin eating your bacon and eggs, realizing that asking questions is near pointless. Alby and Newt talk about some sort of issues, using so much Glader slang you're left feeling more confused than before. The only specific name that sticks with you is the Blood House. You hope you never have to go there, but doubt you'll ever be that fortunate. With your luck, chances are that'll be the first thing you see on the tour.
You find out that apparently not talking does wonders for your ability to inhale an entire meal. You clench and unclench the napkin you hold in your had as Newt and Alby talk on long after you've eaten yours. They finish breakfast in what seems like an eternity since you have, leaving your napkin a pathetic rumple of fraying, soft paper in your hand. Have you always been this self-conscious and awkward when you just listen to people, having no idea what they're talking about, or it just the new you?
"Ready for the tour?" Newt asks, standing up.
You jump to your feet, a smile spreading across your face as you answer. It seems like you've waited your entire life for it, and in some ways you have.
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The Cost of the Cure
FanfictionOne day, you wake up with no memories. You know two things: your name and the fact that you are terrified. You find yourself in a strange place called the Glade. Even though no one else remembers anything at all, you find it harder than ever to brea...
