This is a Newt x reader story. Where you are the main character. (Y/N) Means insert your name. Let me know what you think in the reviews but otherwise please enjoy the story.

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I don't remember anything except that I was suddenly there, in the dark. Wherever I was, it was moving fast. I tried to get to my feet but failed. I was terrified, almost unable to move; but I found the strength to move my hands around and found that there were boxes along with other things I couldn't quite make out. The floor had holes in it, almost like I was sitting in a crate. I linked my fingers through some of the holes and pulled my knees up to my chest, burying my head in my lap. I felt like I had been in the confined space for forever. The box started going up faster and faster until all of a sudden it came to a sharp stop. I lost my grip on the floor and was thrown forward. The space was then flooded with light, a loud mechanical noise started as the light grew. I got back to my knees and shielded my eyes from the brightness. Voices were all around me, many people were talking over each other. Soon the bright light became close to bearable, and the faint outlines of people became clear. By now, there was almost no darkness in the box. I looked up through the top of what appeared to be a square box made of metal. Directly in the center of this box was me, sitting on my knees still shielding my eyes. There were now clear words of confusion. I tried to single in on a conversation but was unable to, when all of a sudden the floor beneath me shook. I sprung to my feet and backed up to the wall. There in front of me stood a much taller, much bigger dark skinned boy. He intimidated me that was for certain, but I didn't back down - or tried not to. He looked as confused as I was. I nervously looked around and saw a shared looked of confusion on all faces. He cleared his throat and I looked back at him.

"Welcome to the Glade Greenie, best get you outa' here." With that, he turned away and grabbed one of the wooden crates, handed it up to the people above. They then lowered a rope with a looped end. He stepped in the loop and was pulled up. The rope was lowered back down for me, and I hesitantly took the rope while stepping into the loop as the boy did. I was pulled to the top of the box and climbed out. Someone's hand wrapped around my arm to help me up. I quickly pulled my arm free and backed away from the boy who had been down in the box with me. I bumped into someone behind me as I moved away and spun around to see another boy, taller than the first and very skinny with sandy blond hair. He gave me a small smile then looked back to the box. I turned around to the first boy,

"Follow me." He ordered. I looked around at the sea of faces. There were many things being said, but finally, someone shouted something that I understood.

"She hot?!"

Yeah and I call dibs!" Was what they said, and I heard a large wave of laughter that was followed by a sharp, "Get back to work you shanks!" I quickly followed the dark skinned boy and watched as the others moved out of his way to make a path without hesitation. When we passed the group, what I saw next was an endless field of grass and a few buildings scattered around the enclosed area. What really struck me were the walls. Huge gray stone walls stretched up far into the sky and wrapped all around where I stood. As I turned in a circle, I counted that there were four openings. I stopped dead in my tracks and the boy stopped, walking back towards me.

"W-where am I?" I stuttered. The boy crossed his arms over his chest and looked around.

"She speaks!" He announced to no one in particular. When I said nothing, he continued. "You're in the Glade like I already told you. You don't know why you're here, none of us do. It's going to take awhile for everything here to start making sense to you, these next couple of days are probably going to be hell for you while things are explained. But you need to come with me, something's different about you." He started off again and I jogged to catch up to him.

"Why am I different?" He looked down at me, brows raised.

"You haven't noticed?" I shook my head. Too many kids have come up out of the box like you did today, only thing is that you're the only girl." I kept walking with him, I guess the thought hadn't crossed my mind. I looked over my shoulder and watched as the group of boys all spread off in their own ways. And I did truly see it was only boys. Worry struck me as I looked back to the boy and realized he couldn't be any older than 20 at oldest, the others must be in the same age group. Then it hit me. I didn't know how old I was. I didn't know anything about myself. When I finally managed to pull myself from my own head, we were outside a large building. I was led inside and up a series of stairs. We walked into a room where there were about four small cots, and a boy at the end of the room fiddling with something

"Jeff!" Called the boy I had followed there. The boy, Jeff, frantically spun around knocking something over, and quickly put it back.

"Alby?! Hi, I was just about to-" the boy stopped when he caught sight of me. br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /"Jeff, meet the new our new green bean." The boy looked stunned. Alby, must not have been lying when he had told me I was the first girl. "Uh, hi." He said confused. "Why did you bring her here? Is something wrong?" Asked the boy as he nervously turned his hands in on one another.

"Other than the fact that a girl came out of that box for the first time, not that I'm aware of. I want to keep her here while I try and figure things out."

"Oh, okay I guess but what does this mean for us?"

"That's what I need to figure out." Alby turned and looked at me again. "Jeff here is our Med-Jack, this bloody shank is hidden away in this room all day; takes care of the injured and sick. I thought this might be a good place to keep you while I sort out everything out." He said jabbing his thumb in the direction of the door. "Keep me here? Like a prisoner?" I asked nervously.

"No, you'll like it a lot better in here than out there, trust me. Some of the guys can be... overzealous towards new arrivals. I will, however, find one of my guys to give you a tour. Explain a couple things to you." I nodded

"Alright, so I just wait here then?" I asked.

"That's the plan." He said and turned to walk away.

"Wait, why did you call me that?" I asked he turned around and smirked, "It's what we call all the new arrivals, do you remember your name?" For a moment my mind was blank, I didn't know my own name or even anything else about myself for that matter. But then something came back like sunlight fading in from outside, a name came to mind.

"(Y/N)." I said quietly "I think that's my name."

"Well nice to meet you, (Y/N). I'm Alby." I nodded at that, and he did the same before walking from the room, the weak door shutting hard behind him. I turned around to face Jeff, "What now?" I ask and the boy shrugged.

"I'm not sure, I've had nothing to do all day. Was fiddling with labels when you guys burst in. If you like I can try and explain some things to you." I nodded.

"Yes thank you, that would be a great help." The frail boy smiled and sat down on one of the cots waiting for me to do the same. I took a seat on the cot next to his so I could sit facing him.

"Alright, where should we start?"

I had been in the hut for hours now, Jeff had tried his best to explain things too but I still felt confused. The boy had seemed nice enough, and at one point just let me rest to think things over, my nerves still shot. Mind racing. When the door suddenly burst open I nearly fell from the cot and onto the ground. A boy was dragged in, looking like he'd been knocked out, he looked awful and sickly. He had been dragged in by two other boys.

"What happened?" Exclaimed Jeff as he rushed to the boy that had been thrown down on a cot.

"He's been stung! By a Griever right out in broad daylight!" On of the boys shouted. He was far taller than Jeff and had the same black hair messily brushed around his head.

"Minho! Calm down I want the second in command here! Go get Alby!" Said Jeff quite sternly. He was very pale. and looked unwell, but the two other boys didn't seem to notice.

"Yeah, yeah, right!" The black hair boy said then sprinted from the room. Jeff and the other boy carried the injured one into another room. I watched as they strapped his arms and legs down to a cot. Jeff frantically rushed back into the main room and knocked over a bottle and a jar as he looked for something. I watched as the other boy seemed to get worse as he watched Jeff closely, then suddenly he fell. His head made a loud thumping noise as it connected with the side of one of the cots.

"What the?" Jeff exclaimed he looked torn between which of the boys to help. I sprung to my feet and raced to the boy who had fallen. Lifting his head I saw blood seeping from a cut where he had hit it.

"I'll help him!" I shouted, urging Jeff to go back to his work.

"What happened?!" Asked Jeff as he went back to digging.

"He hit his head. He's bleeding." I dragged the boy to one of the empty cots and grabbed a cloth thrown over the side of a chair, and pressed it to the wound. I put one hand to his forehead then his cheeks and felt his skin burning up.

"He's got a high fever. I think he's sick and passed out because of it."

"Okay, what's the cut on his head like?" I took the cloth away from the wound and saw that it wasn't very deep, but it was long. It was thin and didn't look too serious.

"Not very deep. It's just long, I don't think it's too serious."

"Alright, good. There're some badges over here on the table. Can you clean and wrap his head?"

"I don't know." My voice sounded unsure.

"Well, you seem pretty capable, not that it's all that hard anyway." I stood up and walked over to the table and grabbed a bottle of water Jeff handed me, along with a roll of bandage.

"Here, that should be all you need." I made my way back over to the fallen boy and pulled the cloth from his head. I watered down a clean piece of the fabric and wiped the blood away. I shoved some gauze on the cut then wrapped the long white bandage around the wound tight enough that it would hold the pressure I had been applying while holding the cloth. Now thinking I was finished, I stepped back and looked to Jeff who I assumed was still digging through the shelves. Instead, he stood away from the boy in the other room looking much calmer. He came over and looked at the boys head. He opened his mouth to say something but was cut off when the door was thrown open with a loud bang as it crashed into the wall. Alby and the other boy, the one who had brought the boy in raced inside. They were followed by a third boy the one I had bumped into earlier. They all crowded Jeff, and I took a few steps back.

"What happened? Has he woken up yet?" Asked Alby.

"No no, I just gave it to him." The boy tried to step back but with each step, the others followed.

"What bloody happened to Nick?" Asked the blond boy. Alby looked down and whispered something under his breath.

"He passed out, hit his head." I informed

"I knew he shouldn't have gone out there!" Shouted Alby.

"Calm down, the last thing we need is a leader doubting himself." Said the blond boy again. He had some kind of accent I couldn't quite place.

"This is my fault, I should have known that thing wasn't dead." Said an angry Minho as he looked to the boy in the other cot.

"He can pull through this, they both can. Now did anything happen to Nick out there?" asked the blond boy.

"No, I think the running might have gotten to him though."

"Good, then the shuck-face will be back to join us soon." Said Alby. "Now, back to the more pressing matter of Ben please." The boys walked back over to the small room where the boy, Ben, was being held. Jeff followed then gingerly looked between me and the others.

"Uh, guys?" He asked and nodded over to me.

"What's this?" Asked a very confused Minho.

"The new green bean." Informed Alby.

"A girl?!" He still sounded wildly confused. "I guess Chuck will be relieved."

"(Y/N) were going need you to step out of here. I called Chuck over. He's a short, curly haired boy, and he should be here soon to give you a tour." Said Alby. I nodded and walked to the door. When I reached for the handle I noticed my left hand had a great deal of blood on it. I pulled the door open, stepping out of the room, and made my way downstairs and outside, looking down at my hand. It was covered in sticky, wet blood. I looked down at my shirt and saw it was an almost white color, I couldn't just wipe blood all over my shirt! It'd look like I killed someone. As I stood there I watched as a little boy came up to the building. Just as described, he was a bit of a lager boy who was short with brown curly hair that bounced with each step. He had a happy smile, that is until he saw the blood on my hands. br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /"Your day seems to have gotten off to a rough start." he said with an uncomfortable laugh. He reached into his back pocket and handed me a cloth.

"Here you probably need this." I thanked him and took the cloth wiping the blood from my hands.

"You must be Chuck," I said handing him the cloth back.

"Sure am, former green bean, and recently promoted thanks to you." I chuckled at the sheer happiness the boy had.

"The boy, Alby, he said you would give me a tour."

"Yup. Since I was greenie before you, it's my job. What's your name? Or should I just call you Greenie." He grinned from ear to ear

"My names (Y/N)." He smiled.

Nice to meet you." He said cheerfully. It was surprising that someone could be so happy in a place like this, a life like this. The boy walked away from of the building I had been in moments ago.

"This is the homestead. It's where we all sleep. Most of us sleep downstairs on the main floor. The higher ups like Nick and Alby have their own rooms. They'll probably stick you with the rest of us." He looked around.

"Over there's the kitchen, we eat there. I'll introduce you to Frypan when it's dinner. But right now there's more to see." I followed the boy further away from the building to a large hole in the ground a place I recognized.

"This is the box. Every month someone new comes out of there along with food, water, and anything else we might need, all though last month only supplies came up, people were starting to worry I was the last, but then today you came up."

"And no girl has never come up in the box before?"

"Nope, you'd be the first." There was a moment of silence as I looked down into the darkness that was the box past the fence. Suddenly, the ground shook and the doors of the box shut. I stumbled back and watched as there was no longer a hole. A solid metal door appeared in its place.

"Uh come on," Chuck said taking my wrist and we marched away from the box. He showed me to the forest-like place. It sent chills down my spine as I looked over the shadowy, spindly branches of the dark trees.

"That's the deadheads, I've only been in there once and it's really creepy. I wouldn't recommend going in there." I laughed, and it was a genuine laugh. I had never heard myself laugh before, and it sounded unfitting.

"You see that building over there?" Chuck asked as he pointed to a large gray

"That's the pit, it's like our jail. If someone breaks the rules, they might have to stay in there for a day or two."

"Not a place you'd recommend either?" I asked with one eyebrow raised.

"Yeah, not that I've been in there. But you probably don't want to go in there."

"Over there is the farm and a little past that is the slaughterhouse, not a fun place. Over there are the fields. Oh, and the bathrooms are over there by homestead, showers too. That's really it." He said, shrugging.

"What's that over there?" I asked seeing a small hut like building near one of the walls.

"Oh, that? That's the mapping room, but only runners and Nick are allowed in there."

"Runners?" I asked my curiosity peaked by this unknown word and title.

"Oh um, runners are the only ones allowed to leave the Glade."

"What are they mapping?"

"I don't know, I've never been outside. Only ever seen it from the door."

"Door?"

"Yeah there four doors, one, two, three, four." He said as he pointed each one out. I looked to the where he had pointed out the nearest one and made my way there.

"Wait where are you going?" He asked worriedly.

"I just want to see."

"We're not really supposed to go near the doors." Chuck looked sort of nervous like he thought we would get in a lot of trouble.

"I just want to have a look, I won't even get close. I promise." He looked around nervously.

"Fine, just hurry up. We should head to dinner soon." I made my way closer to the large gap in the stone walls. I reached the wall and saw a long straight path leading off to nowhere walls coated with long thick strands of ivy, just like on the inside. The door or so it was called, had one side that was sunk into the wall, lined with holes all the way to the top. The other side had spikes that stuck out. Those two sides must fit together. There was a cold wind that came from deep down the shaft. Something about it seemed wrong as I watched the stone. I wanted to go deeper and see, but I took Chuck's word and kept a careful distance. Then suddenly the ground shook and a loud rumbling noise filled the air. There was a loud alarm noise and the door in the wall began to move. After a while, the two sides clamped together. The shaking of the ground almost made me fall but I kept my footing and didn't waist any time before heading back over to Chuck who had his back to me and arms crossed over his chest. I tapped him on the shoulder, "Where to now?" I asked, and he spun around. He smiled,

"Dinner I'm starving." He said happily. He skipped off in the direction of the large building he'd pointed out as the kitchen earlier. Once we arrived, we found the apparent dinning hall to be flooded with boys. Chuck showed me to get some food and introduced me to Frypan. He was a large boy with thick black hair and a beard. We made our way to a spot at the end of a table and Chuck waisted no time digging into his food. I was however, a little more hesitant. Thoughts still buzzed through my mind. I looked at the younger boy, and guessed he was about 13. I realized again that I didn't know how old I was.

"Hey, Chuck?" I asked and the boy slowed down and looked up at me.

" /"Yeah?" He asked wiping his mouth with his arm.

"How old do you think I am?" He looked at me for a minute.

"16 maybe 17." I nodded and he went back to eating. I waited until he finished eating to ask him anything more.

"What do I do tomorrow?" I asked.

"Well, you go to work. I'm sure one of the keepers will come by to talk to you soon, ask you where you'd like to work."

"Well, where can I work?" I asked.

"Well, you could work as a track-hoe, or go with the slicers in the slaughtered house. Or with the builders, you don't wan't to be slopper. It's the worst."

"How about a runner or a Med-Jack? How would you get one of those jobs?"

"Only the runners spot out other runners. Nick has to approve everyone's job. If you wanted to be a Med-Jack you'd have to ask Jeff, and then he has to talk to Alby who would then talk to Nick. About begin a runner though, don't even try. You're not only a Greenie, but the only girl in the entire shuckin' Glade, they'll never even considered you to be a runner." I slouched down against the table.

Where would you suggest I work?"

"The fields might be nice, you'd be outside, you'd also have the fun title of track-hoe... Or the farms. You would work with animals, but they eventually make their way to the slaughterhouse."

"I think I'd rather work as a Med-Jack, I bandaged the one guy that came in after he hit his head really hard."

"Which guy?" Asked a curious Chuck.

"I think they said his name was Nick." The boy grew wide.

"Nick's the leader here."

"I thought the leader was that Alby guy."

"No, he's second in command. Or at least he was. What a happened?"

"I was waiting in there like Alby told me to, just talking with Jeff. When three guys came barging in, the third guy looked passed out, and they said he was stung. The first boy, Nick ordered the second to go get Alby and then he passed out and hit his head. I helped him while Jeff dealt with the other guys. After that, I was sent outside." He turned that over in his mind playing with his fork. He then looked out the window.

"It's getting dark, I have to get up early so I should go to bed."