CHAPTER TWO
The boy, who'd introduced himself as Minho, pointed to the gaps in the walls. Surprisingly, he was wearing casual clothing. A light-blue t-shirt, black pants, and black shoes, all accompanied by the satchel at his side, the strap resting on the opposite corner. "Those things lead to the Maze. The place where we would try and find our way out." They both kept walking, and with a jolt of unease, Grey noticed the word 'we'.
"You mean… there were others?"
"Yeah. But we all got so caught up in that shank's plans, we pushed away all our damned logic and followed the Greenie." Minho refused to say more about the subject as he pointed to the northwest corner. "There's the Homestead. Where we used to sleep." He pointed to the northeast, southwest, and southeast corners soon after. "The gardens, deadheads, and the bloodhouse." Grey didn't bother asking about the last two corners. It hurt his head to question it. Minho pointed to the where the box that Grey had just come up from. "That's the box hole. Where the new shanks come."
A faint sentence came from Grey's mouth. "Okay, I guess." His voice didn't seem to belong to him.
"We had three rules, Greenie. Don't go out into the maze unless you're a runner. Never hurt another Glader. Everybody does their part. No slacking. Got it?"
Grey nodded his head before asking Minho "What's a runner?"
"We'll get to the jobs later. For now, I'd think he're repopulating the Glade. Otherwise, you wouldn't be here."
"Who's 'they'?"
"The Creators of this maze, Greenie."
"Stop calling me Greenie, will you?"
"Well, I don't think I know your name Greenie."
"My name's Grey." he spoke the words as an alarm went off, and Minho took off running towards the box hole.
"We'll talk later! That's the bloody newbie alarm!" Minho yelled to Grey as Grey took off behind him too.