Disclaimer- I only own the Greenie and a few others. The rest belongs to James Dashner the fabulous Character Murderer.
Also, this is my attempt at saving this fanfic. My writing is better, so I'm editing the fan fiction to make it, well, not a piece of crap.
Greenie POV:
Waking up, my headwas pounding and the world seemed to spin. Or at least from what I could see I was surrounded by darkness. Shuffling back until my back hit a wall, my eyes studying every wall. My mind trying to grasp onto any clue or hint that could somehow tell me where I was. Tears poured down my cheeks, I don't remember starting to cry. Then I started to move but it wasn't me it was the floor, the room I was in. Was I in an elevator? My mind an endless and eternal darkness. Faces and names swirled together, but it was like a frosted glass stopped me from getting to them. I don't know if I had any brothers or sisters. Where did I live? What was my last name?. A deep pain ripped its way inside of me. I don't know my name. More tears escaped my eyes, which I attempted to push away. Where am I? What's happening? These questions kept rolling around in my head but the most terrifying question I was asking myself was. Who am I? It echoed through my mind. Who am I? Who am I? It felt like I had a waterfall coming from my eyes when I stopped moving I got pushed forward I fell on my hands and knees my breaths were shaky.
Suddenly, a bright light appeared above me. I looked up. At first I was blinded, then the shapes of figures crowded around the opening. I pushed myself back against the wall and got a closer look at the figures it look a second to realise they were all boys teenage boys. No girls. Why no are there no girls? I need to stop asking questions. Instead I wiped away my tears.
"It's a girl," A confused voice came from above, he had a bizarre accent. I looked but there were too many to boy to see which one spoke
"I call dibs."
"She'd be sick looking at your shuck face the greenies mine," most of the voices said stuff like that others said
"Are you sure it's a girl, Newt? Not just a hairy guy?
"Why did the send a girl?"
"This is shucked up," another voice screamed.
"Shut up!" A loud clear voice shouted and it instantly went silent. "No one touches the Greenie or they'll be spending the night with the grievers." I soon saw that the voice belonged to a dark skinned boy with closely cut hair and was cleanly shaven. He was quite muscular "Newt help me get her out," He said to a blonde boy I couldn't really see at this angle as he threw down a rope which had a loop at the bottom.
I hesitantly put my foot through the loop and was lifted up slowly I was pulled up and the two boys helped me up. Now I could see the blonde boy clearly. He had soft brown eyes he was taller then the other boy but defiantly looked younger he was also quite muscled.
My eyes fixed on him, not sure what it was. Sure he was attractive, yet my eyes wouldn't budge. It was his eyes, a shade of brown that I felt like I had seen before. Great, I knew rando's some eyes and not my own name. Perfect.
"You ok there Greenie?" He asked, his voice masked again in that bizarre accent. His voice softer than I expected it to be. Instead of forming words, I looked away. Not able to fully create or comprehend anything as the light was bright and boys were everywhere. Not a single girl.
My my thoughts were quickly snatched away when the dark-skinned boy shouted at the boys, making me jump. "What you Shuck-faces staring at? Get back to work!" after a few complaints the crowd broke away.
"I'm Alby," The boy said he wore a serious expression, but I saw him muster up a smile as he studied the look that must have been on my face. "This is my second in command Newt. Half of what he says is gibberish, but you learn to translate it." He ran his hand over his head, before nodding at him. "He'll look after you for the time being. I have stuff to do so he'll be giving you the tour." He let out a forced laugh, that make me flinch back, my heart in my throat as I looked at the overbearing walls that covered my eyeline. "Honestly you're reacting better than most of these Shanks combined."
"Shanks?" I managed, my throat tightening, before looking out at the courtyard, seeing people everywhere. All looking at me.
"She speaks!" He exclaimed, his eyes flickering between mr and the blonde boy. "Newt, stop those stupid Shuck-faces from staring, will ya. They'll never get any work done." Alby walked away not waiting to hear Newt's reply.
With Alby gone, my eyes fixed on the walls. On the large gaps in the middle of each, every stone wall was covered in overhanging ivy. More tears streamed down my face, as I was aware that Newt was talking but nothing went in. A scream was building up in the back of my throat, but I couldn't bring myself to release it. If I did, more people would stare. That was the last thing I wanted. A hand suddenly went landed on my shoulder, despite the touch being soft, I jumped my heart deep in my throat.
"Hey, it's ok. More of the guys here weeped like sissies getting out of that bloody box. When I woke up, out here with Alby and a few others, I cried like a bloody baby..." that earned him a smile that he returned.
"I doubt that," I laughed, shaking my head and wiping away my tears with the tips of my fingers.
"No I'm serious. Like a baby." Nodding, I looked off at the gaps in the walls, it seemed so odd. Maybe they just hadn't built a door yet? I knew what a door was but not what I looked like for that matter.
"Where are we?" I whimpered, automatically hating myself for my tone of voice. You're in a place full of boys, you have to prove yourself somehow.
"All will be explained Greenbean!"
"Green-what?" The weight in my chest got heavier and heavier, causing me to clench my hands tight. My scream still tangled in my throat. He took a step closer to me, when I held my hands up, taking a deep breath and puffing up my chest. "Listen here Blondie, please just tell me what's going on. What am I doing here? Who the hell are you?"
"My name is Newt, that guy you met before was Alby. He's in charge and I am the second in command" I nodded, my throat loosening. "This is the Glade, I will explain all in a second, on the tour. Alright?" He stayed still, as I noticed he was putting more pressure on one leg than any other.
I just nodded, not finding the word. We began walking to the left hand side of the 'Glade'. There stood a large, dismantled building which had random pieces of wood sticking out in all angles. It even seemed to be leaning over slightly.
"This is the Homestead, this is where most people sleep, or they sleep out on the fields. I'll give you a proper tour of the inside later." My eyes once again drifted to the opening of the walls, he followed my gaze and shook his head. "That only gets mentioned at the end of the tour. Don't worry, I'll explain all I can."
He walked, no limped. He was limping, when he put pressure on his right foot, he hobbled. He ran a hand over his head, as we talked all the way across to the other corner of the large square.
"Now by the North and East door we have the gardens. Not much to them, they garden it's where we get more of out food. This is where the Track-hoes work-." He raised his hand to silence me before I could even begin to ask. "If you ever get tasked her just remember, it's not fun work. It's necessary." His eyes then went to another building directly across from us, before pointing. "Now that is where the Slicers work. It's where the other half of our food comes from, which is the meat. The pigs, cows, chickens." He stopped walking, his eyes lingering on me, before I nodded for him to continue.
This really was a snooze fest. I thought to myself as I looked around.
"The other jobs that you need to know about are Cooks," He pointed to a small shack surrounded by tables next to the Home- Homesomething. What did he call it? That thing. "They work in there. There are the Baggers, but they deal with bodies." Bodies! "They are also the police of the Glade, anything goes down you go to them. There's Sloppers, they are kinda the janitors of the place. They work on keeping this place orderly through keeping it clean. Builders. Well they build-."
"Couldn't think of a fancy word for that job, huh?" I mused. He smiled, nodding his head.
"Yeah, something like that," he added, smiling. "There's also Med-Jacks- another creative name- who are our doctors. They work on every little bump and splinter we get. Clint and Jeff, nice blokes."
He then turned to the final corner of the Glade. "Deadheads. As you see, they are a forest. It also doubles as a graveyard, but we won't talk about that, don't want you bloody klunking yourself now do we?" He took a deep breath. "Now to the hard part-"
"That was easy?" I snorted, causing him to nod again. My brain was frazzled as I tried to grasp onto the words that were being thrown at me. Most of which were complete jibberish. Deadheads, Slicers, Sloppers, Med-Jacks. Clint and Jeff. For the life of me, I couldn't remember the name of the house. For some reason, it was all I could focus on. Like it was all my brain could let me handle was that place.
He pointed to the holes in the walls.
"If there's one thing you need to know and get into your head Greenie, it's this. No matter what, no matter how much you want to. Do not go out there. It's the Maze. Out there, out there it's not safe. Out there no one can protect you. Out there, without the right training, you're better off dead."
"What can be so bad about there?" My eyes fixed on the vines, on the overhanging walls that seemed to overpower everything.
"Let's just say most of the bodies in that Deadheads are those Shanks who were too shucking stupid and died."
"I don't-"
A boy with curly red hair and freckles ran over, waving dramatically at Newt as he did, as he finally got to us he bent over. Hands on his knees, as he gasped out: "Gally's calling a gathering"
"Why?" Newt asked, pressing his lips into a thin line. "Spit it out Liam."
The ginger boy, Liam, shook his hand throwing his hands up. "She's the first girl and you know what Gally's like."
Newt put his head in his hands. Massaging his forehead with his thumb and forefinger. "Bloody... Right, stay here Greenie. I'll get Chuckie." He took off running, which was surprisingly quick for someone with a limp.
"I'm Liam," The boy greeted, his eyes maintaining eye contact. Hesitantly I reached out and shook it. "Quiet, aren't you?"
My throat tightened as I shook my head. "Maybe, I guess. I don't really know who I am..."
"Don't worry about it. The few Greenies who don't remember in the Box, remember in a few days."
A smile spread across my face. "Thank you..."
"You'll know who you are soon. Don't you worry."
Newt cane running over, slower this time and hobbling heavier than before. "Chuck will be here soon so stay here and he'll come get you" He nodded towards Liam and they ran over to the building Newt had called the Home-. I knew it, on the top of the tongue I knew it!
Standing on the spot, I turned, seeing a group of five boys walking past. All of them gaping, they eyes lingering on me. It was like they had never seen a girl before. Then again, I guess they hadn't...
Wherever I looked it was the same. Another set of eyes. Another set of whispers. Another voice shouting 'dibs'
In the end, this Chuckie person took too long and I honestly didn't want another set of leering eyes. So I walked over to the thick trees. To the Deadheads. Why could I remember that and not the, Home? Home what? Home-shack? No. Nothing
Soon I was engulfed by green and amber leaves, as light streamed through the many branches. Before I slammed myself down on the ground, head in my hands. There was a smell in the air, my eyes went to a clump of green moss on the tree trunk. Moss, but I didn't have a goddamn clue what my eye colour was.
Then I reached behind me, like my arm was just moving on it's own. Reaching into the back pocket of my jeans. Something was in there, pulling it out I saw a smooth piece of paper. No an envelope. Turning it over, I saw on the front in my handwriting read:
For Newt To Read ONLY
That was when I broke. My lips quivered as I stuffed the note into my back pocket. Every word I had learned bounced around the empty void of my brain. Nothing seemed to fit in place, I didn't have an epiphany an 'oh that's why I'm here'. Instead I just cried. It was weird what broke you.
How I cried only a little in the weird elevator, as I scrabbled around on hands and knees remembering not even my name. When I was pulled out by a bunch of teenage boys who wouldn't stop staring. I cried a little. When a familiar stranger with an accent I could barely understand gave me a tour and filled my brain with words that meant nothing. That didn't break me. No it was a piece of paper. A piece of paper that wasn't even addressed to me.
The final push, so small but catastrophic. Footsteps approached, I quickly wiped away my tears to only see a small boy, about twelve with curly sandy brown hair, he was a chubby boy and he smiled at me before he was the tears.
"Hi," he blurted, he smiled, giving me a small wave. He bobbed up and down on the spot. "I'm Chuck."
Wiping my eyes I got to my feet, smiling.
"Hi, I'm... I don't know who I am."
He nodded, walking over and patting my arm gently. "Um, yeah I heard you don't know your name. That's some shucked up stuff man, I mean girl... I knew mine when I woke up. Don't know what I'd do if I didn't." He looked around, before his eyes lit up. "How about we get you a sleeping bag from the Homestead? Newt showed me where they were once."
"What did you just say?"
He shifted his eyes, looking between me and the ground. "Um, how about we get you a sleeping bag from the Homestead?"
He didn't even get to finish his sentence before he was cut off by me crying yet again.
So this is weird, hi to anyone who might read this. This is the beginning of a new updated version of this fan fiction. I wrote this years ago but because of corona I was inspired to edit and rewrite this load of klunk. So, if you start reading this for the first time, I'll have updated on the top of chapter's that I've improved upon.