"So is this weird? What is the point of doing all of this?" Thomas said

"Well what would you rather that we do? Just leave her in front of the box and see what happens. Might as well give the poor girl some shelter, even if she is dying." Alby said while they walked over to homestead, behind the girls limp body.

"Well there is no sense in shitty around with bloody puppy eyes on that girl. I'm heading back into work unlike what I feel that two of you are going to do." Newt's soft voice came from behind the two of them.

"I get it man, go blow off your steam. Lose yourself in your work. But don't worry, it'll all be fine. Now, go have fun picking your daisies." Alby said with a heavy hand on Newt's shoulder.

"Yeah, my "daisies" help you all eat. And maybe next time, there will be some rotten leaves in your next bloody salad." Newt retorted.

"Whatever buddy, go do your thing. We will tell you what's happening when it happens." Alby said sincerely this time

"Thanks, keep a good eye on her. And make sure she hasn't grow a limb that we haven't seen yet." He said before he jogged back over to the gardens area, resuming his work before the box had yet to come up the second day in a row.

"With how enthusiastic he is about newbies, you think that he would want to be there when she wakes up."

"Let's just say that there was a person that got sent up once in rough condition, didn't last very long. Nearly took some of us with along. Newt was distraught with trying to make it better, becoming the nurse."

"Who was it?"

"Her name was Callista and Newt was found of of."

That caught Tomas dead in his tracks, a female. But there had only ever been males in the glade except for this girl.

"But that isn't possible. You have only ever been just guys. And I'm pretty sure that all of the graves didn't have a female name on them."

"Well, there was. And we pretend like she didn't happen, to keep Newt sane."

"Okay, then why was she sent her? Out of how many guys that they could have chosen from."

"Look," Alby swung around and stopped dead in front of Thomas, "None of us know why she wasn't sent here. We can only guess it was for the same reason as us or to continue the process of life. All we know is that they sent her here with some defect or something. It trigger, she got sick. Anything else you wanna know you are going to have to ask Newt, he took care of her."

While Thomas still stood there dumbfounded, Alby walked into homestead right after the girl. All that Thomas could do was stand there and after a couple of minutes turn his neck to see Newt viciously pulling weeds out of the ground. Frustrated by a few stubborn ones, he threw them all to the ground and stomped his way into the forest.

Thomas had eventually returned back to his work of almost doing nothing, helping run errands around for all the keepers mostly, eating and sorta taking it easy.

But most of the day, he felt himself wandering into the girl's room. Each time that he came in was the same thing, still sleeping and still hadn't woken up at any point. Just laying there cold, with white skin and red lips.

The time for unwinding finally came about, everyone lumbering around from dinner that Frypan was provided. Everyone was at dinner, no one ever missed dinner, except for one boy tonight. And that one boy was exactly where Thomas thought that he would be.

Although he didn't know exactly where in the woods Newt was, he found him rather easily. He was sitting just off of the graveyard, in a patch of daisies and other flowers that he hadn't seen anywhere else grown in the glade. He was just sitting there in the middle of the perfect circle, a small torch outside of the circle and quietly talking to himself.

"I know that you are there Thomas. And if you are trying to get me to eat, I have a runner's pack full of food." Newt said even louder than the words that he was already saying.

"No I just came to check on you. I'm not really sure if any on besides me knew the general area that you were at."

"Alby knows where I went. What do you think he meant by go pick daisies? These are the daisies."

"I just assumed that you were talking about the garden."

"Well that is a lot more pleasant than this right now." He paused for a moment, "I know that Alby told you some stuff. You are here to see if I will tell you more, aren't you?"

"A little bit of me is thinking about that, a little bit on the girl in the homestead and how the flowers are in a perfect circle inside a circle."

"They aren't just flowers, they are a grave. Her name was Callista, the first girl ever in the glade."

"Alby said that she got sick or something and that is all I know, besides the fact that you took care of her. If you don't wanna tell, then that is okay with me dude. She was your whatever she was to you. You can keep it a secret."

"I will tell you, but only you and Alby will know the full story. Now," he stood up and walked carefully out of the circle and sat down on a trunk looking at the circle, "if you wanna hear then I just that you sit next to me and listen."

Thomas walked briskly over to the log and felt compelled to watch the group of flowers, everyone of them swaying in motion of one another, perfectly in sync.

"I worked it out in my head, she came up exactly one year ago today, nice to see that they kept the pattern. We were all excited for the new greenie, I personally had made a new canopy for them closer to mine since I was finally second in charge. I felt that would help their adjustment into this place.

"We were all sitting by the box that day, hoping for requests to come through and more things to simply make life easier. We had put in a piece of paper for a television for entertainment after we were done with work for the day. Something to unwind to. Now imagine the shock of seeing a girl for the first time in years.

"What did she look like?"

"She was almost the complete opposite of our new girl. She had this insanely long curly hair that bordered on the edge of white. And she had the tan the most of the first people that got here had. But she had these brown eyes and I'm talking like chocolate brown. But that isn't what shocked us the most."

"What did then? Was like pregnant or something?" That earned him a very angry glare.

"No, she had climbed up on top of the crates and nearly pulled the bloody doors into the cage in and gotten into the supplies. Little did we know that it had come up during the night before and the alarm hadn't gone off. She was well shucked off.

"Wouldn't you be too if you were stuck in that for that long?"

"I think anyone would be, but I don't think that anyone would be able to be that feisty. It was a pretty good surprise. And trying to get her out of the box was basically an all day thing. I think I had to sit down there with her for a couple hours, keeping her from freaking out.

"After we had gotten her out, we had the problem of her privacy. In her words 'A perfectly developed women needs her own space'. So for two whole weeks she had kept herself up in that lookout tower with plastic nailed into one of the corners until I had convinced her to sleep in the canopy."

"Do they ever really send us mentally stable people into here? Or at least with a levelish head."

"Well she gets the shock of being dumped in a place without a single memory and no escape. Then she finally figured out that she was the only girl here. And it had been a year since we all had seen a girl, if that in the life before."

"True, benefit of the doubt and all of that."

"Great, you understand now would out bloody shut up before I get tired of telling this story. Great, like I said, it has been a year since some of us had seen a girl. Trust me, some of the guys have tried to get magazines before, which didn't happen. So they sorta saw Callista as that outlet." Newt's eyebrows furrowed into a deep frown, a look that had probably been performed before by how easily he jumped into it.

"I have done my best to keep all of us civilized, even when away civilization. But some of the boys lost their way. It was after one of the celebrations of a newbie and Callista had a little too much to drink, since it was one of the first real time that she had drunk with the whole game. She left just a little bit before it was over. I barely notice that couple of the guys had left as well.

"About half a minute later or so, I hear her scream. And I hadn't even run faster than that in my life, even in the maze." Pure agony spread across his face, destroying the furrowed brow "They were thrown into the slammer before I could get my hands on them. Luckily I was too busy trying to cover her up before anyone could see any part of her. Then I rushed her here, I took care of her for a few weeks until she could face everyone again.

"Wait, what did they do to her exactly?"

"What do you think happened, they raped her. The only time I left her side was when the banishment happened for all of them, each one at a different door."

"Well what happened to her, why isn't she still here with all of us?"

"She lived in the woods for the rest of the time that she was here, she had her privacy. But she did her share, she worked in the kitchen making desserts for dinners cause no one else could figure it out. I had this habit of coming to make sure that she was good almost every night.

"One night I thought I would surprise her with some stuff I asked for from the box: some regular eating chocolate and daisies. She said she missed those the most. She must of tripped or something and she landed on a rock, all of this blood coming from the side of her head. And her right arm was all puffy and distorted. I tried to drag her into her like house and screamed for help. By the time the med-jacks got there it was too late." Tears began to swell in his eyes.

"We turned her little house into a coffin and buried her where she died. After that I replanted the daisies over her. Every couple of months, either someone asks for them or they just send up two or three little bulbs to add to the circle. Its grown ever since."

"I'm really sorry man. I can imagine the hurt you are feeling, mainly in having another girl here. I don't think anything will happen like this again."

"Better bloody not, we don't need another flower circle."

"That we don't."