Turncoat | Maze Runner

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enjoy the corona meme bro.

"So what job's am I trialling for today?" I asked Newt as we made our way back to the others.

"Well first you've got cook, basically you'll be helping make lunch for the rest of us and after lunch, you have the baggers." He explains.

"Aren't the baggers the ones who deal with dead people?" My voice breaks at the end.

"Yeah but it's rare any of these bloody shanks die so you'll probably just be sat around all afternoon." He reassured me and gives me a smile which I give back.

"What job do you do?" I look up at him and see him tense up the slightest bit.

"I'm second-in-command so I just go around making sure everyone's okay, most of the time I help out the track-hoes." He discloses calmly despite his tense shoulders.

I decide to not ask any more questions but the blond boy beside me speaks up again after a moment or two of silence.

"I might come round and see how you are later, don't want you getting too bored." He chuckles, a smile plays on my lips.

"I'd like that." I nudge his shoulder and I think I see a small blush rise in his freckled cheeks.

He looks up to the building we were in front of and turns to face me "This is where I'll be leaving you, Fry's just down that corridor and I suspect he'll be cutting something up."

"Okay." I meet his eyes and smile before heading towards the kitchen.

"Hey Greenie, I'm Fry as you probably already know." Frypan grins at me and gestures for me to go over to him.

"So I guess you're helping me, can you peel and slice those potatoes please." He points to a small pile of potatoes in the corner and hands me a knife.

"O-okay." I stutter and make my way over to the vegetables.

"So how you liking the Glade then Greenie." His question brought me out of my now perfected peel and slice routine.

"It's not bad, some of the people are," I pause and try to force out the word "Shanks?" The word sounds like a question and it falls awkwardly from my lips, Fry chuckles and nods approvingly.

"Well, you can't go anywhere and expect everyone to be the best people."

"I suppose, not everyone's bad though," I look up from the potatoes "You're alright."

"Yeah your not that bad yourself Greenie, now those potatoes ain't gonna slice themselves and we only have 1 hour till those klunk smelling boys will be banging on my counter so get cutting." He chuckles and I turn back to slicing.

30 minutes go by of chopping and on small talk, Fry seems like one of the nicer boys around here so I think me and him will be quite good friends. I mustn't have been paying attention because instead of cutting the potato I cut my thumb, blood dropped onto the chopping board and I wince in pain as more of the sticky, red liquid falls from my thumb.

"Shit shit shit shit shit," I mumble to myself gaining Fry's attention.

"Oh you dumb shank, come on I'll take you to Clint and Jeff." He puts down his knives and puts an arm around my shoulder comfortingly as he guides me to the Homestead.

"What the bloody hell happened Greenie!?" Newt asked as he limped quickly over to Fry and I, his eyes switching between my thumb and my face.

"What does it look like dumbass." I joked and he deadpanned at me, I heard Fry try to contain his laughter at the interaction.