A/N: Hey guys, new update for you, finally part of setting the scene but the story will really start to pick up next update.
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Lizzy's POV
We walked over to a ragged old wooden building. "Homestead" Thomas said seeing me looking,
"Why Homestead?" I asked,
"God Tommy this one's almost as curious as you," floppy hair said.
"Slim it shuck face!" Thomas replied jokingly.
Slim it? Shuck face? I guessed 'slim it' was along the line of 'shut up' but shuck? Not a clue. I decided I'd ask Thomas later, he seemed happy enough to answer my questions.
We stopped just outside the door and floppy hair told us to wait as he went inside. I craned my neck to get a glimpse of the inside but I wasn't very successful. As soon as he was inside I spun around to face Thomas.
"What's in there?" I asked with a smile hoping to get some more answers out of him.
He smiled back and answered, "Just where we all sleep, plus where the Med-jacks work,"
"Med-jack?" Flo piped up,
"Like the medics,"
"If it's just beds and a hospital, why can't we go in?" I was getting annoyed now; it was almost like they did it all on purpose to confuse me.
Thomas shrugged, "He probably thought it wasn't a good place for girls to go."
"Why? We're people not flowers." I turned on my heel and walked into the building and Flo followed me in. It wasn't much, two storey and looked like it had had a lot of work done to it. I headed towards the first door I could see and opened it while Flo went towards another. It was just like I thought, beds and mess. Flo and I met back in the middle of the hall by Thomas and confirmed we had both seen nothing interesting. We saw floppy hair walking towards us with a taller, dark-skinned boy.
"I thought I asked you to stay outside? Why did you come in?"
Flo shrugged and said "curiosity?"
Thomas shot up his hands as he got an accusation glance from Newt.
"Well I'm Alby," said the tall, dark-skinned guy. "Welcome to the Glade."
Flo's POV
Alby explained how the Glade worked; that two boys came up each month, well until now. He explained the rules to us, most seemed pretty obvious, but why couldn't we go outside the walls? Lizzy read my mind and asked,
"What's beyond the walls?"
"The maze," Thomas slipped out and instantly covered his mouth, "Klunk, sorry,"
"Slim it Tommy," Newt snapped.
"Why can't we go out there?" she pressed.
"Because it's dangerous" replied Alby and seeing the look of annoyance on her face added, "and no not just because you're a girl."
Suddenly the door swung open and a boy with a crate walked in looking rather embarrassed. "Um Alby, We, urr, found these in the box,"
"Slim it, what you got?" Alby demanded.
"I think it's best if you just take a look…"
Impatiently, Alby walked over, opened the crate and pulled out a packet of sanitary towels.
"That would be for us!" I said, snatching it out of his hands while Lizzy started cracking up with laughter behind me.
We walked out of Homestead followed by Newt, Thomas and Alby. We were all heading towards some guy called 'Frypan', the names around there were weird.
We picked up some kind of potato and minced meat dish, we weren't quite sure what it was at the time.
We sat on the floor, Lizzy next to me and Newt across from me in our small circle. Alby had left to sort out a fight, not too uncommon apparently. Lizzy was chatting away with Thomas who was good for answering her endless questions. Feeling quite awkward and bit like a third wheel I glanced up at Newt and shook my head at them. Newt moved and came and sat by me to end my third wheeling.
"He's jacked up on your friend already," Newt said jokingly gesturing at the pair babbling away next to us.
"Yeah, you'd have thought she'd be tired by now,"
"Tommy was just as bad when he came, 'cept no one would answer his questions,"
"Don't know why anyone is," We laughed for a while poking fun at them. It was nice to know I could talk to the guys. Something told me I wasn't the best at this back at home.
Thomas and Newt scarpered off to get us sleeping bags and we set up camp near the gardens, an area I hadn't noticed earlier. It wasn't even cold.
"We're with the Keepers all week," Lizzy whispered over to me in the dark
"The what?" I said, now frustrated that she knew more than me.
"The Keepers are like the job sections. There's the Blood house, Cooks, Track-hoes, Builders Med-jacks, Baggers and Sloppers. Well there is also the Runners, but you get chosen for that."
"Hold up Lizzy, think back to five hours ago when you knew as much as I did. Now start again."
Lizzy explained to me what they all meant, like Track-hoes worked in the gardens and Baggers were like the guards.
"If I become a Slopper I'm going to throw myself off the cliff,"
"Lizzy, there are no cliffs?"
"Yeah there's one in the Maze"
"And how do you plan to get there?"
She turned towards me, it was dark but I could see the sincerity in her hazel eyes.
"I'm going to be a Runner."