WICKED TRIALS - Group C

by kneecapstealerkai

The one group nobody else knew existed. Grey wakes up in a box. He’s sent up the Box Hole and meet Minho, supposedly “The Last Glader” Eventually, the Glade is repopulated and is shaped back into order. Repopulated with half-bloods. Little do they all know, they all have some godly parentage. Legacies and demigods alike band together to escape the Maze that Group A once did.

5. CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER FIVE

Minho shook him awake at exactly six in the morning.

Grey looked out the window, and on instinct, started searching for the sun's position. "Is it six?"

"Yeah, shank. Come on. We'll see what job you'd fancy." Minho went to wake up the other people as Grey got up.

Soon enough, everyone was awake. They left the Homestead, making their way to the gardens. Minho showed everyone the ropes, picking vegetables, planting seeds, picking fruit from the trees. Soon enough, Grey had the hang of it and he was able to work on his own. He didn't hate it, but he was half-decent at it.

Minho came over to him and crouched next to him. "Doing well?"

Grey nodded his head. "Yeah, I guess."

Minho got up to check on the others, and Grey kept working, the sun beating down on his back but it wasn't overly hot. That was one thing he'd noticed, that the weather was always close to perfect. His thoughts were disrupted by the wailing of the alarm.

Minho ran over and grabbed him by the neck of his shirt, yelled in his ear "It's the bloody newbie alarm!"

Grey got the point. Minho released him and bolted for the others. Grey started running towards the Box Hole, dropping the carrots he'd been picking. He stumbled to a stop, watching the lift through the metal mesh. Minho came to a staggering stop next to him, soon followed by everyone else.

The next half hour of waiting was agony.