Ugh the Blood House. It has got to be the worst place I have ever been in my whole life. I'm sure of it, and I can't even remember most of my life. The stench of blood and flesh hangs in the air forebodingly. I want to turn right around and march right back out the door, but Newt stands in the way. I guess he knew that he would have to make me stay in the horrid place. Sighing, I resign myself to my fate. The fact that I would have to spend a whole day working in the place otherwise known as the slaughter house of the poor little animals that have done nothing wrong.

Practically dying on the inside, I turn myself to face Winston. He stands there holding a blood covered knife. I try to backtrack again, but Newt is still standing in the way. "I'll leave you here then, Adelynn," he says, patting my back. "Good luck." He then turns away and the door closes behind him.

Winston goes out to the animal pens and brings an innocent little pig in. I try to shut down my mind and close my eyes, but it doesn't help. I can still hear the pig's squeals as it tries to get away and after a while, it is silent. The smell of fresh blood fills the air and I get the urge to vomit. Shakily, I quickly tell Winston that I am certainly not going to be a Slicer, and that I am definitely not coming back. I then turn around and practically trip over my own feet trying to get out of the Blood House.

I get myself as far away from that dreaded place as possible, the squeals of the pig still ringing in my ears. "Breathe Adelynn, breathe," I say to myself. I inhale the fresh air outside, trying to get my urge to empty out my stomach's contents to subside. Breathe in. Breathe out. After a while, I feel a bit better.

I decide to just walk around the Glade and look around to familiarize myself. I see a bunch of boys working on another building project in one corner, while another group of boys are by the Gardens, weeding and planting. Yet another group of boys are by the Kitchen, already starting to prepare the food for lunch.

'This is actually helping,' I thought. 'I actually know my surroundings more now.' I wander around a little bit more and see Newt by the Gardens doing his own thing. After a while, he looks up and sees me. Smiling, he get up and starts unevenly jogging towards me, favoring his bad leg.

"You're already done with the Blood House, eh?" he asks jokingly.

"You should've known I wouldn't last long," I replied.

He shrugged and said, "Most people don't. I guess that job's out of the running."

"No kidding," I replied. "I don't ever plan on stepping foot in the Blood House. Heck, I don't plan on going within a 10 foot radius of that place."

He nodded. "It's understandable. Only people who like cutting things up and blood ever want to become Slicers."

We talk for a little more, but surprisingly, he doesn't even try to make me go back to the Blood House. Although, he probably knew I was just going to run out of there again. Lunch time comes and we walk towards Frypan's kitchen. There are a few vegetables and a few slices of meat on the plate I get handed. I remember what happened at the Blood House and look disgustedly at the meat, pushing it to the side of my plate. However, I am hungry, so I eat all of my vegetables, leaving the meat in its own deserted corner.

"You're not going to eat that?" Newt asks.

"No way," I replied. "Not after what I saw and heard at the Blood House. I don't think I'm going to eat meat for a while."

He laughs at my reply.

Indignant, I say, "Don't laugh at my decision to go Vegetarian. It's a perfectly find decision."

"Yes, yes it is," he replies, still chuckling a little.

Continuing my slight rant, I say, "And don't tell me you didn't have any trouble eating after spending some time at the Blood House."

"I had trouble eating meat for a few days, but I got over it," he admitted.

"See, I'm not the only one," I say, triumphant.

"Alright, alright. I'll take that if you're not going to eat it," he says, pointing at the meat, still sitting on my plate.

"You can have it," I say, handing him the plate.