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Slammer, as I suspected, means jail. To be more accurate, it means a makeshift cell that I was rotting in for who knows how many hours until Newt finally came by with a sandwich and a sleeping bag. In all honesty, I probably could've opened the door myself but I didn't want to cause trouble. Newt handed over the food.

"Have you been alright in there?" He asked. I shrugged and took the sandwich. "Still not talking?"

I scowled at him. Newt chuckled.

"That's not very threatening, you know." Then he sobered. "To be honest, I think it was more to keep the rest of that lot away from you than to keep you locked up."

I bit my lip, then started eating the sandwich. God, I was starving.

"I figured you were hungry." Newt grinned. "It's later now. Why don't I show you where you'll be sleeping?" He held up the sleeping bag. I nodded and he gestured for me to come out. The door swung shut behind me.

"Follow me." Newt walked towards the building (and I use that term very, very loosely) that Nick, Ben, and Alby had gone towards earlier.

"This is the Homestead." Newt announced. "We...they ate already so they're about done. Settled in, and such."

I took in the surroundings. I could see everyone in the grass or in hammocks with their sleeping arrangements. I could hear whispering but it seemed like most of them were asleep.

"It's not much, but it's...something. The whole lot of us sleep over here." Newt handed me a sleeping bag.

"We'd have everyone in the Homestead but there's not much room. Most of us just sleep outside. It's not as though we get rain, so it doesn't matter much." I nodded.

I looked around, then frowned. I did not want to sleep here. Considering the things they'd said when I was awake, I didn't want to find out what would happen if I took a nap. No way I'm taking a chance on waking up to find someone else in my sleeping bag with me. Noticing a tower by the Deadheads, I turned and started to carry my sleeping bag away from the others. Newt grabbed my arm.

"Oi, where're you headin off to?" He questioned. I dropped my sleeping bag and pointed to the tower with my free arm. I didn't bother mouthing anything, it was dark enough he probably wouldn't have been able to make it out. Newt released my arm, but he shook his head all the same.

"What, the tower? You're not some bloody Rapunzel. That thing's barely got railings, you'll tip off the edge in your sleep. What's wrong with sleeping over here?" He stated. I pursed my lips, considering my options. Potential sleep rape or falling to my death? After a moment, Newt sighed.

"You know what, I can see where your concern is. How about for the night you just sleep with m-in my room. Sleep in my room. I've got an extra cot, anyways." He suggested. I considered this. One was better than forty.

"That sound alright, Greenie?" I nodded.

"Good that." Newt stated. He reached down and grabbed my sleeping bag.

"My room's this way. Well, your room too, I suppose."

We entered the Homestead and I followed Newt up the stairs. He led the way to a room on the left, then opened the door.

"Ladies first." He offered. Shyly, I entered the room. Newt stepped in behind me.

A cot stood towards the left side of the room, an extra one leaned against the wall. Next to it (among other things) were several stacks of crates. It looked like something was stamped on the side, but I didn't have enough light to read it. Newt walked over, set up the spare cot, then moved it away from the wall of crates and more towards the center of the room. He placed my sleeping bag on the cot then walked over to one of the boxes. Reaching into the top off the closest stack, he pulled out a backpack.

"It had a note the said it was for you, so...here." Newt held it out. I took it and placed it at the foot of the cot.

"Is this alright then?" He checked. I nodded.

"Good that." He stated. Again? Good that what? It was probably some other weird vocabulary thing they came up with. Honestly, I heard them earlier and what the hell even is a slinthead? Newt stood there awkwardly, unsure of what to do next.

"Well, um...you'll be getting the tour tomorrow." He informed me. "You came sort of late. Best get some sleep." Again, I nodded. This is starting to piss me off. I need to try practicing talking or something, this isn't going to work. I sat at the edge of the cot and took my shoes off. Taking that as his cue, Newt did the same. Sitting down, his placed his shoes under his cot and laid down.

"Goodnight, Greenie." He yawned. He couldn't see me but I mouthed it anyway.

Goodnight