So Thomas has arrived in the glade. Let's see what happens. I don't own most of the characters. James Dashner does.
Today was supposed to be the day we get our supplies and a new Greenie. I had the day off from running but Minho had gone running with Ben this morning, promising to meet me in the Map room afterwards. I helped around with Newt and Zart in the gardens, digging up some slugs and stuff. As we worked into late afternoon, the now familiar sound of the Box coming up filled the Glade. "Greenie's arrived," Newt said, leaning his hoe next to a pole and going over to the Box. He walked with a limped which I realized he had after a month. Some said he tried to suicide by jumping off the wall but to me Newt wasn't that reckless and selfish.
About twenty of us had gathered around the Box and I peeped over some tall shoulders to see a guy of around sixteen years old lying flat on his back, shielding his eyes from the sun. As he squinted his eyes, Gally dropped into the Box with a loud bang. "Day one Greenie. Rise and shine," he said and with that he grabbed the boy by his shirt and lifted him out with an unceremoniously slam into the dirt.
Some of the boys jeered and laughed as the boy tried to focus on his surroundings. Newt was looking at him with curiosity and Frypan was saying, "I could use him in my kitchen," which I snorted at since the guy looks more like a gardener or something. Without warning, the boy picked himself up and started running towards the south gate. I looked on with my arms crossed across my chest as the boys started hooting and laughing. "Look, we've got a Runner!" Zart yelled. I watched the boy run until he tripped over his own legs and fell face first into the dirt.
The others started to laugh as the boy looked up and stare at the walls in both amazement and shock. "Welcome to the Glade," I muttered to myself as some of them went over and escorted him to the Slammer. I made my way to the map room before bumping into Chuck. "Hey, Chuck. Saw the new Greenie yet?" I asked and he smiled. "Finally, I'm not the Greenie anymore," he grinned and I rumpled his hair. He was a chubby kid of twelve, curly hair and a cheery red face. "Why don't you show him around? You could use an upgrade from cleaning the toilets," I said and he hurried off on his short legs to the Slammers.
I smiled to myself and I soon reached the Map room. I opened the door and just sat in one of the chairs, waiting for Minho and Ben to arrive. Our status had gone viral with only fifty guys in the Glade and since I was the only girl it was easy to notice. We didn't really bother much since we were busy running most of the time and only got to see each other at night which wasn't for long. I smiled at the thought on how life was like now.
I heard loud footsteps coming towards me and the two Runners entered the Map room. Minho came in followed by Ben who proceeded to chucking some paper into the boxes. "Hey, Ben. Saw the new Greenie yet?" I asked and he grinned. "Yeah. Meet him on the way here with Chuck. You promoted him?" He asked and I just shrugged. "That kid deserves more than cleaning after you shucking shanks," I said and he laughed. "Glader slang sounds so weird on a girl," he laughed and Minho punched him on the arm.
"That girl is my girlfriend. Now get your shucking butt out of here," Minho said and Ben retreated. I laughed as he flung himself into a chair. "Rough time?" I asked and he grunted. "I don't know how long we can do this? What's the point of it?" He asked and I put a hand on his shoulder. "We have to give them hope," I said and he smiled, placing a hand on mine. It's been a few weeks since we've realized that there wasn't anything left to map. Minho himself admitted that he felt he had ran every single inch of the Maze. Alby had made the call to continue running for the sake of the Gladers.
"Well, we better get going before the celebration starts," he said and he took my hand in his and we walked out together. Normally we did this when there was no one around. As soon as we reached the homestead we broke apart and headed to the showers. That night was an initiation ceremony for the new boy like the way they did for me. We helped set up the campfire wood and went to the kitchen to grab some dinner.
We sat at the sidelines, just murmuring among ourselves until the others started to come. As usual, all the Keepers and Alby lit up the wood and cheers filled the air and some of them even started to dance. Everyone was just having fun and even Gally was smiling which was a rare event. The new boy was sitting with Newt behind a fallen log, facing the walls. Newt was talking to him and passed him the foul drink he had first given me. I grinned as I saw him spit and gag as he drank.
As I looked at Newt, I kept on wondering whether it was true. For quite some time I had been dreaming of my brother and even Minho popped up in my dreams as a young kid. I checked the mirror many times and every time I saw sandy blonde hair and brown eyes that Newt also had but I shook off the thought that he could be my brother. It had to be a coincidence that we were both tall and had some similar features but I realized we were the only Gladers with a British accent.
"Hey, you okay?" Minho asked and I nodded as he put an arm around me, pulling me close. Just then, we heard a loud grunt and I saw Clint getting pushed into the dirt by Gally in the so called Runners test. So far no one had been able to beat Gally in wrestling and he looked up and grinned at the new kid. "What do you say, Greenie? Want to see what you're made of?" He asked and slowly the others started chanting Greenie until it rose to shouts and applause. Minho had gotten up and crossed his arms over his chest as he watched, his face pretty dull. I knew that the pressure on finding a way out was getting to him since he was the Keeper of the Runners and he had been here for years.
I saw the kid get tossed around and slammed into the dirt and that got some jeers from some. "Come on, Greenie we're not done yet," Gally said, moving his feet. The boy got up and glared at him. "Stop calling me Greenie," he said and Gally grinned. "Well. I don't know your name. What do you want me to call you? A shank?" He asked and the others laughed and I saw even Chuck was having a good laugh. Gally just smirked and cracked his knuckles. "Yeah. I think I'll settle on Shank," he said and just then the boy lunged at him and managed to push him to the ground. That was a first.
The boy smirked and laughed a little. "Not bad for a Greenie huh?" He started to say just as Gally kicked him from under. He fell and slammed his head into the dirt, groaning in pain. Some people let out a few sounds and Gally looked like he wanted more. Just then, the boy's eyes widened. "Thomas," he muttered and most of us were stunned. That must be his name. He got up and looked around wildly at us, smiling like a maniac. "I remember my name. I'm Thomas!" He shouted and all of us knew the feeling of knowing your name after coming out from that Box without any memories.
"Thomas!" Alby shouted, pointing at Thomas and all the boys started to cheer and shout and hustle him in a circle. "Welcome home Thomas," Frypan said and he gave one of those drinks to him and he drank it without gagging. Even Gally came up from behind and shook his hand. "Well done, Thomas," he said. Suddenly,a loud roar that made all our heads turn came from the South of the Maze.
"What was that?" Thomas wondered aloud and Gally replied, "That my friend, was a Griever." He said and Thomas looked stunned. "But don't worry. You're safe with us," Gally said as Alby told the others to clean up and hit the sack. I walked over to my place, which was now shared with Minho and we just looked up to the sky. There weren't any stars tonight and he just took my hand and kissed it. "Goodnight," he said and I smiled back before falling asleep.
