I forgot to mention that this is my first fanfic and that appreciate you guys who liked it.

*DISCLAIMER* All characters are owned by James Dashner except for my OC. Thank You!

My mind is fuzzy, the last remnants of a dream being chased away by the realisation that I'm awake. I groaned from my sore back With a mental sigh I allow my brain to focus and cautiously opened one eye. A large stick is wedged under my back and with a grunt I yanked it out from under me and tossed it outside the tree. The bright sunlight cuts the ground in half and I see dust-motes dancing in the wall of light. Memories of yesterday come flooding back into my mind and I sit up with a start, my head slamming into the edge of the opening to the tree.

"Ow!"

I crawl out from my hiding space and stand up on wobbly legs, the leaves that were piled on top of me made their swirly journey back towards the ground. The leg with the splint feels really numb. I'm sure that can't be anything good. I reach back into the tree and pull out my leaf and stick covered jacket. It was such an ugly shade of brown, but it kept me warm and prevented the others from finding me so I suppose it was useful. Deciding that I've had enough time alone I limp back to the outer edge of the forest to go back to the tent that I woke up in originally. When I near the border that separates the woods from the rest of the large field I peer out at the area from behind a tree. The boys are milling around the building with the smoke having conversations while others leaned up against other buildings and even sprawled out on the ground, still half asleep. There seems to be fifty to sixty of them. I continue towards the tent unaware of anything but the sound of sticks and leaves crunching under my feet. A hand latches onto my shoulder and spins me around so that I was facing the individual it was attached to. With a shriek I swing my elbow so that it collides with their stomach. The boy hunches over with a groan and I stare at the mop of blond hair on his head with the sudden realization that it was Newt who I had hit.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't know it was you! I mean I would've hit you anyways for scaring me but still."

"That bloody hurt you shank." He grunts in an accented voice.

"Sorry."

" Why are you even out here? We spent hours looking for you yesterday."

"I know. I saw you looking. The boy with the apron stood right in front of my hiding spot but he still didn't see me."

" We -well, Jeff and Clint fixed your leg! Why would you hide when we helped you?"

"I just needed to be alone so that I could process what was happening." I said.

"Fair enough. I'm Newt." He replied.

" I don't know my name. It's actually really annoying me."

"It's alright. Most of us don't know right away but it comes to us eventually. Let's go meet the others and get you some food. Sound good Greenie?"

"Sure. Why did you keep calling me Greenie?" I enquire with a puzzled look.

"It's what we call the newbies until they remember their real name. We've got our own vocabulary in the Glade." he says with a sweep of his arm motioning to the field. "I'll explain it to you later when we're taking the tour."

Newt begins to walk towards the other boys, taking long strides. I have to take the biggest steps I can to keep up with him. He glances at my injured leg before he says,

"Looks like you're going to have to go back to the Medjack tent to get that checked out. It looks almost healed but don't take my word for it. I'm not a doctor."

"How long was I out?"

" About a week." He nonchalantly replies.

"A WEEK! How in the world did-I don't… What?" I can barely process the information. What kind of drug did they give me! Or was I just sleepy?

Newt grins at my reaction before he picks up the pace. I start to do some kind of weird run that involved in taking lots of tiny leaps and jumps to match his speed. I give him a glare before he starts to slow down as we near the dark skinned bald boy.

"You found her?" The boy asks with a raised eyebrow

"Yeah. The shank elbowed me in the gut though."

The boy gives me a look before he turns back to Newt. "Where was she?"

"Wandering 'round the Deadheads. I'm not sure where she slept for the night but I do know that she used leaves to hide herself. That much is obvious." He flicks a leaf off my shoulder.

"The name's Alby. Do you know your's yet?"

I shake my head no before I look around, taking notice that the other boys have started to whisper to each other and point at me.

" You'll remember it soon enough. Welcome to the Glade Greenie, and you better accept it for what it is because it's gonna be your home until who knows when. We have three rules here. Never hurt another Glader. You have to trust each other. Never go outside the Glade unless you're a runner. And everyone does their part. No slackers. " Alby said, ticking off the rules on each finger.

That doesn't sound like a fun life.

Well I've gotta go. You know what to do Newt." Alby says as he walks away.

Newt leads me into the building with the smoke without another word. I take a seat at an almost empty table and he plops down right beside me. Gally is sitting right in front of me and he switches between glaring at me and at Newt before he finally says,

"You found her?"

"She was walking 'round the Deadheads. I caught her but the slinthead elbowed me in the gut first."

"Hmph."

I stare at his face, studying it. The small freckles that were spattered across the tip of his nose, the ends of his hair that split into smaller strands from there, and his tired and angry eyes glaring right into mine.

"Watcha' lookin at Greenie?" he snarled in a rough voice that was still tinged with sleepiness.

I quickly glance away and stare at the patterns of the unsanded wood in the table, pretending to study them. I could still feel his eyes on the back of my head so I moved my focus over to Newt to try and distract myself.

"So who makes the food here?"

"Frypan does. He's the best chef here which is why he's Keeper of the Cooks. Right now he's making breakfast which I'm sure will be done any second now." Newt explains.

As if on cue the boy with the apron plopped down onto the seat on the other side of me and pushed a plate with a loaf of bread and different mixed fruit towards me.

"Why don't you start with this. Just incase you get a bit sick to the stomach like other Greenies do when they first arrive."

I nod in acknowledgment and start to nibble on the bread while Newt explains how he found me to Frypan. Frypan got up to serve breakfast to the others after a couple minutes of talking. I continued eating while Newt explained what was going on. He talked about the different jobs, the walls, and the rules of the Glade. I just kept nodding. Once breakfast was over we walked all over the Glade while Newt showed me the different places in their small town.

"What's that elevator thing that I came up in?"

"That's the Box. It comes up with supplies once a week and a new Greenie once a month, and don't bother asking, it doesn't go back down with us in it. We tried." He explains.

"So what's behind the walls?" I curiously ask.

"The maze. Don't go out there, ever. The only people who are allowed to are Runners. Do ya' understand?"

"Of course. What's in there that's so scary?"

"These creatures called Grievers, no one has seen one and lived."

"Oh. So... what job do think I'll get?"

"You're asking quite a lot of questions Greenie, and I don't know. It all depends on which one you are the best at when you spend the day working with them. Speaking of which, your first job will be working with the Slicers. Winstons a creepy shank but he pretty much alright otherwise. But first I've got to get you to the Medjack hut."

We stop outside the tent that I woke up in where a short light skinned boy and a tall darker skinned boy, presumably Jeff and Clint, stood side by side. Newt repeats the story of how he found me for the fourth time before Clint and Jeff took me inside. I sat down on the edge of the cot that I woke up in and stared at my faded boots. The laces strained against the eyelets in an attempt to keep them together. Several parts of them were frayed and worn, the soles were thick and sturdy but had that well used feel to them. I must of liked these boots a lot before I was sent up here, I mean, I still like them now. Jeff, who was the taller one, kneeled down by my feet and asked me to hold out my leg and started to press on different areas of it.

"Does this hurt?" he asked as he pushed his thumb down on the area right underneath my knee. I shook my head no. We did this for about another minute until he leaned back on the balls of his heels and grinned.

"I think it's safe to say your leg is healing quite nicely and by the end of next week you should be healed enough to take that stupid piece of klunk off your leg. Clint'll give ya' a basic check to make sure everything else is fine, then you can go start your job. Sound good Greenie?"

I gave him a blank stare instead of responding. It feels a lot easier to talk to Newt rather than anyone else for some reason. It's most likely because he's been alone with me twice so that I could just focus on him instead of six different people staring at me while I talked, and he's comforted me which is something no one else here has done for the most part. He just raises an eyebrow and says,

"A quiet one eh? I coulda sworn you were talkin poor Newt heres head off while he was givin ya' the tour."

I shrugged my shoulders in response. Jeff stood up and shook his head,

"Whatever you say, or don't say actually."

I jumped a little when I turned to the left and saw Clint standing there with an expressionless face. In one hand he held a small glass jar that was filled with a white cream and in the other he held a box of bandaids. He set them down beside me and motioned for me to hold out my arm. Then, he opened the jar and started to put small dollops of the white cream to different red spots on my arm, and put the bandages over them. The whole room was filled with an awkward silence while he completed the process. What was he doing? He could be applying some kind of poison creme to my arm right now and I wouldn't know until it was too late. Was this guy a mute? Actually no. He's probably just not one for talking, or he's still kinda weirded out from the fact that I was a girl. Once he had finished I slid off of the cot and started to walk out of the room. Newt turned and followed me out.

"So why wouldn't you talk to Jeff earlier? Are you scared of him or somethin?"

I just shrugged my shoulders once again. Newt leads me into the Slicers hut where I was greeted by a boy covered in acne, wielding a sharp knife that was about as long as my forearm with a grin.

"Is this the Greenie?" He says.

"Yup. She's gonna work with you first and if she can't handle it then send her to the builders next." Newt turns to me, "Not that you can't handle it, but most people can't stomach this job. It is kinda' gross I guess I'll see ya' at lunch. We can get your sleeping situation figured out later. Don't go runnin off again like a bleedin idiot. Okay?"

And with that, he left.

With a worried glance I look back over to Winston. I notice a table covered in blood stains behind him. A lump of pink flesh with a pool of crimson blood gathered under it sat atop the table along with many knives of all sizes.

This was not going to be fun.