I can't remember if I dreamt last night or not. All I can remember is falling asleep and waking up now. Newt's arms were tangled around me, his breath hitting my neck. I felt safe in his arms; secure. I don't know if this feeling will last forever, however. Will I ever be safe here? Newt twitched around a little and held onto me tighter. I wondered if he was having a nightmare. I wish I could have one. At least then I could feel something apart from this numbness this glade had given me.

Newt suddenly jerked awake and loosened his grip on me. He took some deep breaths and then he was calm. His eyes looked me over. A look of guilt seeped over his face.

"I'm sorry Kali, did I wake you up?" I shook my head.

"I was already awake. Although it looks like it's still very early." I pointed out. The sky was still dark.

"Give it a second." Newt told me. What did he mean? Before I could ask him, the sky lightened and the sun had come out.

"Oh." I lamely said. Newt got up out of the hammock and stretched his arms over his head, his shirt raising a little bit, revealing the bottom of his belly.

"I've got to get going to my job. I'll send Nick over to ya, greenbean." he said as he turned to leave.

"Newt wait." I started. He turned back to me.

"Yeah? Is everything okay?" he asked worriedly.

"Yes, I just wanted to thank you. For, you know. Staying with me last night." I said. I'm surprised that he did stay. I must've annoyed him, sticking around for the whole day. He beamed at me. "I would really appreciate if you didn't tell anyone about-" his smiled dropped.

"Yeah that's fine. Sure." he interrupted and he started to walk away.

"About me crying." I finished, talking to his back. He spun around. His face wasn't sad or happy, but accepting.

"Of course, Kali. I wouldn't do that anyway." Smiling once more, he turned and left.

Falling back in the hammock I sighed. At least I have a friend in this hell hole. The hammock was rocking very unsteadily and I held onto the edges of it to steady myself, not wanting to fall out of it. I heard footsteps. Someone was coming into the room. When he turned the corner I thought that he was probably Nick. He looked to be the oldest out of everyone here - about 17 - and Newt had said that he was going to send him over. The boy had light brown skin, like me, and short dark brown hair. He had blue eyes that shimmered in the light.

"Nick?" I asked him. He smiled, showing his crooked teeth and nodded his head.

"Nice to finally meet you Kali." I hopped out of my hammock and shook his hand. "Are you ready to finally get your questions answered?" he asked me.

"Very ready." I said, hoping he would hurry up with the tour.

"Let's go then." he told me, bouncing on the heels of his feet and walking out of the room. We turned the corner to reveal that most of the gladers were already awake and out of bed. Others were lounging about. "This building is called the homestead and it was here when we got here," Nick started. "This is where everyone sleeps but the hammocks are hopefully only temporary. We are getting some of the builders to make beds. We are asking for more blankets and mattresses from the people who put us here." Nick explained.

"How exactly do you do that?" I enquire. Surely these boys don't communicate with whoever brought us here? If they did then they must be apart of this whole thing. Do they not want to get out?

"We leave a note in the box. They sometimes bring up the things we ask for. Alby thought to try it out and when it worked, we were ecstatic." Oh. So they aren't deranged - or jacked - then. Thank the gods for that. Who even are the gods? Are there any? Fucking hell this amnesia is getting on my nerves.

We left the homestead and went over to the box. Someone was still in there.

"I think you can come out now, Frankie. It's not going to go down." Nick told the boy, obviously called Frankie. "Could you help me greenie?" Nick asked as he put a hand out to Frankie. I did the same, following Nicks orders and helped to pull Frankie up. Frankie had cold hands that had imprints of them from the box. He looked about 15 years old and his hair was a light orange colour. He was very light and when he got up, I saw that he was a very lean boy. Freckles covering his face and arms.

"Thanks Nick, greenie." Frankie said. "What is your name greenbean?" he asked, very curious.

"Kali." I told him.

"Well I'm Frankie, if you didn't know." as he introduced himself, the box started to descend, the top automatically closing so that Frankie couldn't get into it. "Are you kidding me?!" Frankie exclaimed, looking down at the box in frustration.

"Obviously they were waiting for you to exit, shuck head." Nick said. "C'mon Kali, let's go. Bye Frankie." Frankie waved us off and then went to where the kitchen was. He was obviously getting some breakfast. Along with some other boys, Newt was sitting at the table where we had eaten dinner. He was finished his food though and he got up and put on a small backpack I hadn't noticed. He jogged over to one of the walls and waited until it opened. Wait. I didn't even notice it was closed in the first place! It must be a door. A very loud, very large door. A few other boys followed Newt in.

"Nick?" he hummed in response. "Newt told me the rules yesterday and one of them was not to go in there." Nick stopped walking and turned to look at me. I however was looking at the door. "But he and some others just went into it. I thought there were creatures in there. Ones that hurt Jack?"

"No one is allowed in there." Nick said. Making me even more confused. "Except for the runners." What? I looked back at him. "Runners are the people who are skilled at every job, so they have to go into that maze and navigate it. They try to find a way out. However we soon found out that the walls inside the maze, change every night. If you heard noises last night, the walls would've been partly the fault. Grievers were the other noises you heard. They are gruesome creatures that apparently look bulbous with spikes coming out of their 'skin'. I've never seen one myself, but this is what Jack and some of the runners say they look like." Nick finished.

"Oh. Okay."

"Grievers usually only come out at night. They have sometimes been seen in the day, but that rarely happens." Nick said. "Okay. Did Newt tell you the jobs that we have?"

"No."

"Well, we have the runners, - which I've explained - the cooks, - which is self-explanatory - the slicers, - the people who grow and butcher the animals - the track-hoes, - the gardeners - the builders, - the people who build stuff - the bricknicks, - they do the same as the builders but they are usually repair things. So far they have just been helping the builders. We also have the med-jacks, - which are the people who are the healers-"

"Newt told me about them actually. He told me about Jack and The Changing. Although I'm not really sure what The Changing is." I interrupted. "Sorry."

"That's okay. I'll try and say everything that there is to know and if there is anything I missed, please tell me at the end." He said. I nodded my head at him. "The last job are the sloppers. They don't really fit in anywhere else and do all the other work. The things no one else wants to do. That is the job you don't want to get, trust me. Now for each job there is a keeper. Keeper of the runners is Newt. Keeper of the cooks is Siggy. Sorry, Frypan. Keeper of the slicers is Winston. Keeper of the track-hoes is Zart. Keeper of the builders is Gally. Keeper of the bricknicks is Adam. Keeper of the med-jacks is Clint. Keeper of the sloppers is Dave. I am the leader of the Glade and Alby is my second-in-command. If for whatever reason I cannot do my job, Alby steps in. All of the people I listed, myself included, go to every gathering. Gatherings are to discuss who should be a runner and, although it hasn't happened yet, if a glader gets into big trouble, we'll have a gathering and decide what to do with them. But hopefully nothing too bad will happen. Theres a room in the back of the homestead which is where we hold the gatherings. Theres also a slammer where some people go. It's sort of like a jail."

He walked over to the north-east section where there were crops.

"This is where we grow our food and get our water. Theres a pump over there. Because of the dome we live in, it doesn't rain here. I'm not even sure how the crops grow. It isn't real sunlight."

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After the tour was finished, Nick and I sat down at the table and ate some food, as we hadn't had any all day. I still had some questions though.

"Any questions?" he asked, as if reading my mind.

"Do you know why we were sent here?"

"No."

"Why can't anyone remember anything?"

"I don't know."

"Who put us here?"

"I don't know that either, Kali."

"What have you tried to do to get out of here?"

"We have tried waiting in The Box, climbing the up the walls and we even wrote on a note 'a way to escape' on our request list. Nothing has worked."

"What job will I get?"

"In a second, you will go over to see Winston and help out the slicers. He will then tell me how you did. Tomorrow you will go to Zart with the track-hoes and he'll do the same as Winston. You'll go to all of the jobs until we either find the best one for you, you go in with the sloppers or we decide to make you a runner." Nick explained.

"Okay. I think that's it. Thank you, Nick." I told him.

"It's not problem at all." he said, digging back into his food.

I did the same and devoured what was left on my plate. I was so hungry, it was not funny.

"Wait. One more question!" I said. "Where do I bathe?" I knew I was going to be working where the livestock are slaughtered, so I didn't want to have the smell on me.

"You remember where we have the water?" Nick asked. I nodded at him. "There's a building near there where you can go. At the moment you have to take a tub of water with you in there, but we are working out a pipe system to make it an actual shower." he told me.

"Okay, thanks." I smiled.

I finished off my food and took my plate up to Frypan. As I passed Nick, he grabbed a hold of my arm.

"You should probably wait in you hammock or in the homestead. I'll get Winston to send over one of the slicers soon." he said, releasing my arm.

"Okay. Cool."

"Good that." he said. This slang is still so weird to me.

I smiled at him once more as I walked off towards the homestead. I kept looking around at all of the places here. I should've asked Nick if he knew what World In Catastrophe, Killzone Experiment Department was, but it's too late now. I'll just have to ask someone later.

I lay in my hammock and swayed until someone came for me. I hope being a slicer isn't too hard. I mean, Frypan was only here for a month and he is a keeper. Perhaps I'll be so good, I'll be a keeper of something too. Probably not though. I just hope I don't become a runner. I don't really want to have to go in the maze at all and from what Nick told me about The Changing on the tour, I do not want to have to undergo that awful pain that Jack did.

Hopefully I'll be okay.