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Chapter 3.

The Tour

We started at the Box; kind of convenient considering we were already there. Nick explained it as double doors of metal lying flat on the ground. He said that they were covered in white paint but faded and cracked and around it was cement. Newt lead me around the Box, so I could feel my way around it. I needed to know what I was up against; I didn't want to fall in if it was open. The doors were open wide still, and I could feel how dull the edges were.

As Nick explain in more detail about the Box I heard people around me. It sounded like they were jumping in the Box and moving things. I guess they were emptying the cage like structure of the new supplies they got when I came.

"Sadly, we don't know anything about the Box," Nick stated as I was making my way back to him, with Newt by my side, "where it comes from, how it gets here, or who's in charge. We haven't been told anything by the shanks that sent us here. Do you understand so far?"

I nodded my head yes, trying my best to look at him, by fallowing the sound of his voice. To be honest I don't know if I was doing a good job, but no one said anything.

"We got all the electricity we need," he continued, "grow and raise most of our food. The Creators send us clothes and anything else we ask for. All we have to do is put a note in the Box and the next week it's here. Now that don't work with people; we tried to send the first Greenie back in the Box – thing wouldn't move till we took him out."

It was quiet for a few seconds, and then I heard footsteps moving away from us. Newt gently pulled me in the direction he wanted me to go, and I fallowed, trying my best not to trip. I wasn't doing a too bad of a job; Newt had to catch me once or twice.

"The Glade consists of four sections," I heard Nick say as we came to a stop. "The Gardens are in the North East corner. This is the grassy area where we grow the crops. Water's pumped in through pipes in the ground – always has been. If it didn't we'd have starved to death a long time ago; it doesn't rain much here. Some of the Gladers sleep out here because there isn't enough room at the Homestead. We're working on adding onto it. Do you understand this so far?"

My tour guide was right; I could feel the difference between the glassy area we were in now, from the cemented area we were at by the box. It was easy to feel once I stepped off the hard surface. Now when he talked about the Gardens I had to think about it for a little bit. Considering I couldn't see what was being talked about, it was hard for me to understand where he said this place was. I didn't know which direction North East was.

"I'm going to be honest with you," I finally said. "I understand what you're saying, but I don't understand where you're saying the Gardens are."

"Thank you for that Greenbean," Nick laughed. "Newt please point her in the direction of the Gardens."

"Good that," Newt replied.

I felt Newts come up behind me and gently grab my arms. He slowly turned me in the direction I needed to be. I could feel the electric shock run through my body again, and I tried not to think about it. There were more important things I needed to do; like learn more about my surroundings so I could navigate this place.

"Now the Homestead is in the North West corner of the Glade," Nick informed me, as Newt turned me to that direction. "It's a double story building and like I said before this is where some of the boys sleep; mostly keeper, along with myself. The rest sleep outside."

"Why do you get to sleep in there?" I asked.

"Because I'm the leader.

"Right."

"I guess I should have told you, but I thought you would have figured that out by now. And if you must know, Alby is my number two?"

"And of course, I'm the number three," Newt laughed.

"I see."

There was way too much to think about. My head was already spinning from being thrown into a strange place, now it was starting to hurt because of all the new information that was being thrown at me.

"Anyway" Nick muttered, clearing his throat. "When we first got here there were forty of us. Then after that they sent in one new kid. After that, they sent you. We're building onto the Homestead, but I don't know how that's going to work out. At the back of the Homestead is The Slammer. It's a place that we use for the jail. Anyone gets out of line goes into The Slammer. That will include you Greenbean if you don't behave. Do you understand?"

"I told you to stop calling me Greenbean or Greenie," I muttered. "I already told you my name and its Vicky. And yes, I understand."

"We'll try our best Vicky," Newt stated from behind me. "But we can't make any promises. It tradition to call the Newbie, Greenie or Greenbean."

"A tradition you just started a month ago if I remember correctly."

"Exactly."

"Will you two quit you're bickering," Nick scolded. "We have better things to do and not enough time to do it. Now may I continue."

"Yes Nick," Newt and I said together.

"Thank you. Now next it's the Blood house which is in the South East corner of the Glade."

Newt turned me to the South East corner and I could hear animals making their sounds as I tuned into the Blood House. I had a feeling I knew what the Blood House was, but I was hoping I was wrong.

"The Blood house," Nick continued. "A large barn where livestock are raised and slaughtered. "

And sadly, I was right about the place.

"The Deadheads is in the South West," Nick went on; Newt turning me in that direction. "It's a small forest area and behind that is the graveyard. It's in the thicker part of the woods. Any questions about that?"

I shook my head no, hoping he was paying attention. I had a lot to think about and I really didn't want to talk at the moment.

"Good," Nick laughed. "Geez Vicky, you're making this quite easy for me. Better than Zart. I couldn't get him to calm down enough to give him the tour on the first day. I think he klunked his pants a few times too."

"Uh…" I mumbled. "What do you mean by klunked?"

And there goes my vow of silence. It was just so hard to not ask questions, even though all I wanted to do was thinking. I guess it's better to ask questions now rather than forget them later.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Nick apologized. "You don't know some of our words. Don't worry you'll figure it out as you go. Klunked means, poo or crap. Get it?"

"Yea. I'm sure I do.

There was no way I wanted to know about that. I still had more questions, but I thought it would be a good idea to wait and see if Nick would continue. I was sure that couldn't be the end of everything. Nick didn't disappoint.

"So next we got jobs," he said. "We're still working on them, but I think we've almost got them down."

"Jobs?" I asked.

"Yea. Let's go from place to place, and you'll meet their Keepers."

And that's exactly what we did. Keepers I later found out were the leaders of the Glade. These individuals each independently supervise various jobs. Together they form a council that meets to make executive decisions, if needed. Like Nick told me he was the leader, Alby was his second and Newt was his third, but he was also a Runner. Today must have been his day off.

Anyway, first place we went to was the Blood House. This is where the Slicers worked. They took care of the livestock and slaughtered them when it was time. The Keeper of the Slicers was Winston. He seemed like an okay guy; he really didn't talk much though. I was kind of glad I wouldn't be able to work here. I had a better chance of cutting off my own hand here, then a piece of meat, without my eyesight.

Next in line were the Cooks; this is where the food was prepared. The Keeper of the Cooks was coincidentally called Frypan. No one wouldn't tell him his actual name even though Nick seemed like he really wanted to. Frypan seemed like a nice guy. He even fed me while I was there. Which was good, because I didn't even know I was hunger, until I took a bit of the sandwich the head cook gave me.

Track-hoes came next. This name was given to the people who worked in the Gardens. They tilled, weeded, plated, and harvested. The name given to Gladers who work in the Gardens; tilling, weeding, planting, and harvesting. I really didn't mind the smell of the dirt, and it might be fun working in the gardens. The Keeper here was Zart. For only being here a month, he sure did work his way up to the top.

We went and visited the Med-jacks after the Gardens. They were the medical personnel in the Glade and there was only two of them; Clint and Jeff – Clint was the Keeper. If I could see I would have like to work with them, but sadly that wasn't going to happen, considering you needed your eyes to help heal someone.

The Builders were next on the list to see. They built new building and upgrade places in The Glade. They were currently working on the Homestead and Nick said. The Keeper of this group was Alby himself. If I had to work with him he wouldn't be happy to have me; I'd be too much of a bother or in the way all the time.

Bricknicks were close to the Builders. These Gladers repair buildings and sometimes helped the Builders. Which meant their Keeper Brandon had to work with Alby, most of the time. If that was the case I wouldn't be any help there either.

Next, we had the Baggers. This job had to do with cleaning up dead bodies. These Gladers were also kind of like guards and acted as police within the Glade. So that was also out of me consider you needed to see to catch a bad guy. The Keeper of this lot was called Joe. For being what he was, he seemed to be a happy boy.

The Sloppers clean the toilets, showers, kitchen, as well as the Blood house after the Slaughter. From what I could understand this was the worst job in the Glade. This job was for the Gladers who are not good at any of the others. This was a way for them to do their part around this place. I was starting to think, even with my problem, this was going to be my job. The Keeper of the Sloppers was named Scott and he wasn't a very happy person. I didn't blame him in all honesty.

Next on the list was the Runners. We didn't have to go very far to find them because Newt was one. He was also the Keeper. I guess the reason he wasn't out running was because he always took the day of to see the Box come up. When I asked him what these Runners were doing, he told me before he said anything, he and Nick had to explain something to me first. So, when Newt started walking I had no choice but to fallow, he was still holding on two my hand. Nick told me they were taking me to the South Door. I had no idea what that meant but I knew I was about to find out.