Clara drifted in and out of consciousness, only perceiving blurry images. Newt worriedly glancing at her as he rushed her past other Gladers, entering the Homestead and going upstairs, being laid in a bed. She finally fluttered her eyes open to see Newt pacing at her bedside.

"Those shuckfaces don't know what they're bloody talkin' about..." he muttered angrily, noticing she was awake.

"What?" Clara asked, the grogginess in her voice obvious.

"They said you sprained your ankle tripping on that bloody tombstone, which I think is a bunch of klunk." Tombstone?, Clara thought, then she remembered her fall in the woods, and the bones sticking out of the ground. The memory made her shudder.

"Are you alright, shank?" Newt asked. Clara sat up on the bed, ignoring the achiness running through her body, and looked Newt fiercely in the eyes.

"No. I'm not. I don't know where I am, there are bones and gigantic walls, and here I am sitting dumbfounded asking questions that no one will answer. I need to knew what's going on, Newt." She said sternly. Newt sighed and pulled up a nearby chair next to her bed, sitting down and pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Alright. Just promise me you won't klunk your pants." he said.

"Ew."

"Okay then. Well... we are surrounded by walls, right?" Clara nodded" These walls... sort of protect us from what's outside."

"What's outside?" Clara asked

"Grievers. They're... I don't even know what they are but they will kill you, and what you saw in the Deadheads... is the product of someone finding one." Clara must've looked terrified, because Newt raised an eyebrow "Want me to stop?"

"No, no. Keep going."

"This place is a Maze, and we are in the center of it. We send Runners out there every day to map it out and see if we can leave."

"Who did this? What did we do to be here?"

"We don't know who put us here, or why, but they send us supplies and Greenies, like you. And I'm pretty sure they're watching us, somehow. We call them the Creators." Clara stayed silent while he spoke, taking every bit of available knowledge given to her. Soon after, a knock sounded on the door. Alby's head popped in and he stepped inside.

"Sprained ankle, huh?" he said " That doesn't make for a very good first impression."

Especially after what I saw while spraining it, Clara said internally. She figured Newt would tell Alby later, so she didn't say anything, she only nodded.

"So, " Alby began "you see any jobs you like during the Tour? Anything you'd want to do?"

"Uh, not really, no."

"Well, if you're able to, you're gonna have to start trying some out. For now, just get some rest, hopefully you'll be better by tomorrow." With that, Alby walked out of the room. Newt followed behind.

"See you tomorrow, Clara." he said, smiling and quietly shutting the door behind him. Clara then realized that the sky was growing dark, so because she had nothing else to do, she laid in bed and drifted off to sleep.