Rose wished she had a watch. It must be well past midnight, yet she didn't feel the least bit tired. She could hear the deep snores of the boys, even though there was quite a bit of distance between her and the rest of them –not so much because they didn't like her (though with Gally that might've been the case), but because being the only girl they thought she might like a bit of privacy, which ultimately led to her blushing furiously.

She wondered how they could sleep so peacefully in a place like this with no memories at all except for their names. Then again, according to Newt some of them had been here for two years. They would've gotten used to it by now. Two years. She tried to imagine what it must be like to live two years without any recollection of who they were or where they came from. She'd barely coped with it for one day!

A loud shrieking sound from behind the walls made her jump and shivers ran down her spine. What was that? The Gladers had mentioned something about beasts behind those large stone walls. Grievers, that's what they called the creatures. The way they talked of the things, she wasn't too eager to meet one.

She shifted in her hammock and eventually drifted into an uncomfortable sleep.

She was cornered. The large stone walls stayed stubbornly shut. Fear gripped at her as she watched the hideous metallic animal thing move slowly towards her, a sickly green slime drooling from its mouth and its legs making a sort of clicking sound as it made contact with the hard ground. She was breathing hard. She was going to die. She was sure of it. She was going to die and she didn't even know who she was.

She felt her back press against the wall and she knew there was nowhere left for her to go. But it was moving so slowly…

"Come on!" she yelled at the ugly creature. She wasn't sure where she was getting her courage from, but if she was going to die, this is how she would like to go: with courage instead of whimpering in a corner like a child. "Just get on with it! What are you waiting for?"

The creature roared, spurred into action by her words, and charged. She closed her eyes, bracing herself for the death she knew was inevitable.

"Rose, wake up."

Her eyes shot open and for a moment she forgot where she was. When she saw Newt standing over her, she relaxed and the events of the previous day came back to her. The nightmare was already fading from her mind, but she knew she'd never forget that big ugly spider-like creature. Was that what a Griever looked like? If it was, she knew she would have no desire to go out beyond those walls, even if she had only been dreaming.

"Rough night?" Newt said.

"That's an understatement," Rose replied.

Newt nodded, like he knew exactly how it felt. "First nights are always the worst." He was silent for a while, as if he was remembering his first day without memories. He shook his head. "On the bright side, it's time for the Tour."

"Didn't Alby say he was going to give me a tour?" Rose asked.

Newt gave her a look of mock hurt. "Don't you like me? Nah, Alby's got other stuff to do. Besides, I asked him if I could give you the Tour instead."

"Oh," Rose said, trying to sound casual. Secretly, she was glad Newt was going to show her around instead of Alby. The other guy still scared her a little. Plus, she was starting to like Newt…and not just for his kind gentle personality. "Lead the way."

Newt grinned.

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Rose was impressed at how much order there seemed to be –especially since there were no adults and these were teenage boys who normally would tend to get a little rebellious sometimes. They sat at the top of the Tower and she could see everything that was going on in the Glade. It was quite an incredible sight.

"What do you think?" Newt asked, watching her expression.

To one side, the Builders were chopping long planks and tying a few smaller sticks together. On the other side, the Slicers were rounding up cows and pigs for slaughter for future food. And then, of course, there was Frypan in his kitchen, no doubt cooking up a delicious meal. She marvelled at how things could change from nothing, two years ago, to what it is now.

"I think it's beautiful," she said. To her surprise, Newt laughed and she gave him a strange look. "What's so funny?"

"I have a feeling only a girl would use that word to describe the Glade," he said. "Not that that's bad or anything. It's just…weird, you know. We've never had a girl come up before."

"Guess you've got a lot to learn then, huh?" Rose joked, and Newt laughed even more. She smiled. She may not remember what her life was like before she came up here, but if this was how she was to live for the rest of her life –with no memories, but a bunch of people to befriend and joke around with…and Newt –it might not be so bad. There was just one thing that bothered her. "What is behind there?" She gestured towards the giant stone walls, with long vines hanging off of them.

Newt's expression darkened. He looked towards the walls, and then back at her. "You have to promise not to go in there, ever. The only ones allowed are the Runners, and even they wish they had a different job. No one wants to enter through there." He turned towards the walls and glared at them, as if he was remembering some dark memories.

"You still haven't answered my question," Rose said, although judging from the way Newt was talking about it, she wasn't sure she still wanted to know.

"It's the Maze," he said, the word a sour taste in his mouth. "Most of it's still a mystery, but every day the Runners try and map it out. They have to be the strongest, the smartest, and the fastest, and for good reason. If they don't make it back before the doors close, they're stuck out there for the night…with the Grievers."

Rose couldn't help but shudder. As if she needed more reason to be afraid of those horrible creatures.

Hey! Hope you liked chapter 2. Sorry if it's a bit short. I'm worried I won't have a lot of chapters otherwise. But anyways, please read and review!