ThatRandomKitty
Green Bean
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Green Bean
The sound of the rusty, high-pitched screams of wheels and pulleys awoke him. Darkness surrounded him, consuming everything as the wheels turned, pulling him up and up and up. Fear contracted his chest. His heart hammered, sending adrenaline through his veins. He couldn't see anything. He couldn't remember anything, either. Not his name. Nothing. Confusion, panic, and terror gripped him instantaneously as he lay still against the cold, hard metal. Everything smelled of metal and copper. His head pounded, thumping with a headache. What happened? Where am I? Thoughts consumed his mind, making it impossible to focus on anything other than the screeching wheels, demanding to be heard. It was getting hard to breathe. Whatever he was in, it was moving up. Not fast, and not slow. Not a large room or whatever, and not small. It was made of metal. That much he knew. Then he saw it. Light. Light flowing in for one second from inside the walls, lighting up the area he was in. It was some kind of.. box. Barrels and containers were all he saw in the flash of light. He sat up, his back resting on the walls of the box; more metal. Everything must be made of metal. The wheels that were pulling him and the Box were now screaming, as if afraid. His hands shook as he tried to contain the panic and fear. What do I do?
It felt as if an eternity had passed by. The Box was still being pulled up. He was still trapped. He still couldn't remember. Fear froze him as he held his head in his hands; was this thing ever going to reach surface? Was there anyone out there? Was he alone? How long has the Box been goin' up? Am I going to die down here? The last thought snapped him out of his thoughts. He needed to do something. He wasn't going to die in this stupid Box full of stupid containers and barrels as his company. Not today. He stood up, held onto the walls of the Box for support, and groped around his surroundings, hoping to find something to help him get out. Nothing. Just barrels full of some kind of liquid, some strange containers full of something he couldn't see, and rope. No knives, no tools. Nothing helpful. He sunk down onto the floor, feeling utterly defeated. Was this how it's going to end? In a Box full of barrels and containers with no memories? He didn't even know his own name. Sadness flooded him as he closed his eyes, willing himself to ignore the ever-turning wheels. There was nothing he could do, really. He could only wait. And so, he waited. And waited. And waited. It felt like hours, but could have been minutes for all he knew. Was it morning? Was it evening? Where was this stupid Box going? Would he ever know?
Then he heard it. The wheels had stopped. The Box had halted to a stop, startling him. He must have fallen asleep. His heart beating frantically, he stood up again. He spoke for the first time, his voice full of sleep and desperation. "Hello?" he shouted towards the ceiling of the Box. "Is anyone there? Please! I've been down here for hours!" Nothing. Not a creak. Not movement. He laid back down against the Box, letting out an annoyed sigh. He can't believe this. He can't remember anything, and yet, he was going to die here. Alone. With no memories of his family, or anything. Would anyone even care? Probably not. Still. He was mad. He wanted answers. He wanted out. He wanted to be free. He stood back up again, banging against the metal cage. "Hey!" he screamed. "Help me! I'm here! Help, please!" The Box jerked up a few feet, knocking him against the floor with a grunt. And then light. Blinding sunlight. He shielded his eyes with the back of his arm; the bright, white light was all he could see after hours of being in darkness. And he heard it. Voices. He opened his eyes, and saw them.
There were so many of them. Boys and girls, of all different races. Some younger, some older. But all kids and teenagers. No adults. There was probably forty or fifty of them. Excited, mocking chatter erupted as they all stared down at him like a new potential pet.
"Look at the newbie!"
"Another boy?"
"Dude, since when are the Greenies beefy and buff?"
"Poor shank. He looks like he's gonna have a buggin' heart attack."
"Someone go get the bucket! He looks like he's gonna throw up klunk any second."
It was all overwhelming. The words and phrases they used that he knew not of. Greenie. Shank. Klunk. He could see the blue sky above them, but no clouds in sight. It was warm, but bearable. All of them were in tattered, dirty clothing, their faces dirty and tired. He blinked, trying to make sense of it. What was this place? Who were they? What were they going to do with him? Once again, terror seized him, freezing him to the core. He didn't speak as one of them, a older looking one with brown hair and eyes, offered a extended, calloused hand toward him. He looked sad. Sad and full of sympathy. The large group fell silent as they looked at him with expecting eyes. He didn't take the hand. He didn't know any of them, so why should he trust any of them? Laughter surrounded him as he struggled to stand up, still squinting through the sunlight. He sucked in a sharp breath, breathing in the smell of burning wood. Then he saw them. The walls that surrounded the area. Tall and covered in vines, looking as though they were old as the Earth. It was breathtaking. Then, without warning, two of the older ones grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, yanking him out of the Box. He stumbled, nearly falling, causing them to laugh even more. He couldn't really care any less at this point. All of a sudden, once standing on his own two feet, he felt nauseated and sick. His body felt hot and cold, his head spinning. It was too much. He felt like he was going to throw up. But nothing got thrown up as he heaved on his knees, his face towards the ground. The laughter grew louder, but a few showed sympathetic looks toward the boy as he finally threw up. A few backed away from him, still laughing hysterically as if it was one of the most amusing things they've ever seen. He felt like collapsing and passing out. But he didn't. With effort, he stood up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his head still spinning.
(Orv and Rice can come in here, if you'd like. :3)
It felt as if an eternity had passed by. The Box was still being pulled up. He was still trapped. He still couldn't remember. Fear froze him as he held his head in his hands; was this thing ever going to reach surface? Was there anyone out there? Was he alone? How long has the Box been goin' up? Am I going to die down here? The last thought snapped him out of his thoughts. He needed to do something. He wasn't going to die in this stupid Box full of stupid containers and barrels as his company. Not today. He stood up, held onto the walls of the Box for support, and groped around his surroundings, hoping to find something to help him get out. Nothing. Just barrels full of some kind of liquid, some strange containers full of something he couldn't see, and rope. No knives, no tools. Nothing helpful. He sunk down onto the floor, feeling utterly defeated. Was this how it's going to end? In a Box full of barrels and containers with no memories? He didn't even know his own name. Sadness flooded him as he closed his eyes, willing himself to ignore the ever-turning wheels. There was nothing he could do, really. He could only wait. And so, he waited. And waited. And waited. It felt like hours, but could have been minutes for all he knew. Was it morning? Was it evening? Where was this stupid Box going? Would he ever know?
Then he heard it. The wheels had stopped. The Box had halted to a stop, startling him. He must have fallen asleep. His heart beating frantically, he stood up again. He spoke for the first time, his voice full of sleep and desperation. "Hello?" he shouted towards the ceiling of the Box. "Is anyone there? Please! I've been down here for hours!" Nothing. Not a creak. Not movement. He laid back down against the Box, letting out an annoyed sigh. He can't believe this. He can't remember anything, and yet, he was going to die here. Alone. With no memories of his family, or anything. Would anyone even care? Probably not. Still. He was mad. He wanted answers. He wanted out. He wanted to be free. He stood back up again, banging against the metal cage. "Hey!" he screamed. "Help me! I'm here! Help, please!" The Box jerked up a few feet, knocking him against the floor with a grunt. And then light. Blinding sunlight. He shielded his eyes with the back of his arm; the bright, white light was all he could see after hours of being in darkness. And he heard it. Voices. He opened his eyes, and saw them.
There were so many of them. Boys and girls, of all different races. Some younger, some older. But all kids and teenagers. No adults. There was probably forty or fifty of them. Excited, mocking chatter erupted as they all stared down at him like a new potential pet.
"Look at the newbie!"
"Another boy?"
"Dude, since when are the Greenies beefy and buff?"
"Poor shank. He looks like he's gonna have a buggin' heart attack."
"Someone go get the bucket! He looks like he's gonna throw up klunk any second."
It was all overwhelming. The words and phrases they used that he knew not of. Greenie. Shank. Klunk. He could see the blue sky above them, but no clouds in sight. It was warm, but bearable. All of them were in tattered, dirty clothing, their faces dirty and tired. He blinked, trying to make sense of it. What was this place? Who were they? What were they going to do with him? Once again, terror seized him, freezing him to the core. He didn't speak as one of them, a older looking one with brown hair and eyes, offered a extended, calloused hand toward him. He looked sad. Sad and full of sympathy. The large group fell silent as they looked at him with expecting eyes. He didn't take the hand. He didn't know any of them, so why should he trust any of them? Laughter surrounded him as he struggled to stand up, still squinting through the sunlight. He sucked in a sharp breath, breathing in the smell of burning wood. Then he saw them. The walls that surrounded the area. Tall and covered in vines, looking as though they were old as the Earth. It was breathtaking. Then, without warning, two of the older ones grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, yanking him out of the Box. He stumbled, nearly falling, causing them to laugh even more. He couldn't really care any less at this point. All of a sudden, once standing on his own two feet, he felt nauseated and sick. His body felt hot and cold, his head spinning. It was too much. He felt like he was going to throw up. But nothing got thrown up as he heaved on his knees, his face towards the ground. The laughter grew louder, but a few showed sympathetic looks toward the boy as he finally threw up. A few backed away from him, still laughing hysterically as if it was one of the most amusing things they've ever seen. He felt like collapsing and passing out. But he didn't. With effort, he stood up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his head still spinning.
(Orv and Rice can come in here, if you'd like. :3)
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ROUX
Hand of the King
-Orv's POV-
"Putain!! Easy, Mon'Ami...Christ." Orville leaned his head back, wincing at the the throbbing pain on his side, and more dark red liquid dripped out from under the hand of the uneasy med-jack. It was fairly painful, enough so to cause the french curse words. His dark curls were slicked back as a result of running his fingers through it multiple times, a nervous tic. He supposed it was his own fault, for not listening to Rice when she'd stitched him up last time and told him to take a hiatus. And that was yesterday. The fact was, the Glade needed him. Beyond all the whispers and the stares that seemed to follow him at every turn, the shocking rumors that practically made up his appearance...no one could argue that a lot more of them would have been dead and gone if it wasn't for Orv and his team.
He had gone out with Silla that morning, determined to explore more of sector's 5 and 7. The researchers had practically demanded they do so, as they are constantly looking for a way to replicate the scarce Griever serum. There was currently only one antidote, and no one but the researchers themselves were allowed to know where it was, let alone touch or use it. The Gladers had lost at least six people to Grievers, and twice that amount to the stings alone. Orville had figured out long ago that the Grievers would enter the camp at some point. By the rubble left behind from what he believed to be the "early settlers", that was the only plausible explanation. It was because of this that when he was elected keeper, that he had two warriors positioned at each door at night, heavily armed and watching. Still, because of the increased number of people, things happened, and some people believed exploration would lead them to a way out, the same as the Gladers before them. Orv had no problem with this. In fact, he loved the challenge the maze offered when he was angry, determined to find or hunt or kill. The thing was, when the two keepers went out to do just that, neither of them expected sections 8, 9, and 10 to make themselves known, or for something more hideous, more terrifying than a Griever to come after them from the pitch black darkness of the new sections.
It was this that now caused him to clench his teeth in pain as his torn side was stitched shakily by the skittish new med-jack, who was obviously not used to stitching up grown men with gaping wounds making blood puddles on the floor. He just knew Silla was going to get after him later, for running blindly into a new and unmapped section of the maze. She probably thought he deserved the wound too...
"Guys! Get down here - the greenie's have arrived!"
Orville at up quickly at the voice - a little too quickly as he groaned when his side protested. He shook it off, turning to the girl who had helped him, offering a small smile in thanks as he stood up. He had totally forgotten about the arriving of their supplies today - along with two new greenies. Orv pushed open the door and headed for the box, walking cross the bright green grass of the glade and pulling his shirt back on as he did so. The blood was still there, but it was better for the newbies to see that, rather than the painful looking stitches underneath the fabric. He headed for the first box, hearing the clanging sounds it was making as it traveled up. For once, people weren't whispering about him. Instead, all eyes were focused on the box, including him, as he made his way to the front of the crowd.
Orv looked downwards as it opened up, revealing supplies...and a terrified greenie boy. Not that that was odd, they were all terrified when they came up. He could definitely sympathize. He crouched down slowly, and offered a callused hand to the boy, trying not to let his appearance intimidate. When the boy didn't take his hand, someone snorted behind him, and Orv turned to glare at the person in question.
"Don't worry kid...if I were you I wouldn't take that nutcase's hand either," the older boy joked, and several others nodded in amused agreement. Ignoring them, Orv returned his attention to the task at hand, and with the help of another Glader they hauled the boy out of the box. Orville raked his eyes over the boy's body rather shamelessly, making calculations in his head and murmuring things as he did so. The boy was exhibiting typical green bean behavior - scared stiff, confused as hell, and gawking at everything in sight.
"We'll make good use of this one, eh Stevie?" He said to his partner, examining the boy's taut muscles. He might be useful out in the maze...too bad for him, that was usually the last place people wanted to be. He stepped back out of the greenie's personal space and sighed. "What can I say jeune...welcome to the Glade."
"Orv!"
He was about to turn when he heard yet another voice calling his name. Stepping in the direction of it, he saw the confused expression of his fellow Glader as he jogged quickly over.
"There's...the other greenie...he's in the box - " the girl was talking extremely fast, obviously trying to get whatever she had to say out as quickly as possible and failing horrendously. He waited until she had caught her breath before motioning for her to continue. What she said, he didn't expect at all, and would have never in a million years guessed.
"There's another greenie in the second box...and he looks just like you."
"Putain!! Easy, Mon'Ami...Christ." Orville leaned his head back, wincing at the the throbbing pain on his side, and more dark red liquid dripped out from under the hand of the uneasy med-jack. It was fairly painful, enough so to cause the french curse words. His dark curls were slicked back as a result of running his fingers through it multiple times, a nervous tic. He supposed it was his own fault, for not listening to Rice when she'd stitched him up last time and told him to take a hiatus. And that was yesterday. The fact was, the Glade needed him. Beyond all the whispers and the stares that seemed to follow him at every turn, the shocking rumors that practically made up his appearance...no one could argue that a lot more of them would have been dead and gone if it wasn't for Orv and his team.
He had gone out with Silla that morning, determined to explore more of sector's 5 and 7. The researchers had practically demanded they do so, as they are constantly looking for a way to replicate the scarce Griever serum. There was currently only one antidote, and no one but the researchers themselves were allowed to know where it was, let alone touch or use it. The Gladers had lost at least six people to Grievers, and twice that amount to the stings alone. Orville had figured out long ago that the Grievers would enter the camp at some point. By the rubble left behind from what he believed to be the "early settlers", that was the only plausible explanation. It was because of this that when he was elected keeper, that he had two warriors positioned at each door at night, heavily armed and watching. Still, because of the increased number of people, things happened, and some people believed exploration would lead them to a way out, the same as the Gladers before them. Orv had no problem with this. In fact, he loved the challenge the maze offered when he was angry, determined to find or hunt or kill. The thing was, when the two keepers went out to do just that, neither of them expected sections 8, 9, and 10 to make themselves known, or for something more hideous, more terrifying than a Griever to come after them from the pitch black darkness of the new sections.
It was this that now caused him to clench his teeth in pain as his torn side was stitched shakily by the skittish new med-jack, who was obviously not used to stitching up grown men with gaping wounds making blood puddles on the floor. He just knew Silla was going to get after him later, for running blindly into a new and unmapped section of the maze. She probably thought he deserved the wound too...
"Guys! Get down here - the greenie's have arrived!"
Orville at up quickly at the voice - a little too quickly as he groaned when his side protested. He shook it off, turning to the girl who had helped him, offering a small smile in thanks as he stood up. He had totally forgotten about the arriving of their supplies today - along with two new greenies. Orv pushed open the door and headed for the box, walking cross the bright green grass of the glade and pulling his shirt back on as he did so. The blood was still there, but it was better for the newbies to see that, rather than the painful looking stitches underneath the fabric. He headed for the first box, hearing the clanging sounds it was making as it traveled up. For once, people weren't whispering about him. Instead, all eyes were focused on the box, including him, as he made his way to the front of the crowd.
Orv looked downwards as it opened up, revealing supplies...and a terrified greenie boy. Not that that was odd, they were all terrified when they came up. He could definitely sympathize. He crouched down slowly, and offered a callused hand to the boy, trying not to let his appearance intimidate. When the boy didn't take his hand, someone snorted behind him, and Orv turned to glare at the person in question.
"Don't worry kid...if I were you I wouldn't take that nutcase's hand either," the older boy joked, and several others nodded in amused agreement. Ignoring them, Orv returned his attention to the task at hand, and with the help of another Glader they hauled the boy out of the box. Orville raked his eyes over the boy's body rather shamelessly, making calculations in his head and murmuring things as he did so. The boy was exhibiting typical green bean behavior - scared stiff, confused as hell, and gawking at everything in sight.
"We'll make good use of this one, eh Stevie?" He said to his partner, examining the boy's taut muscles. He might be useful out in the maze...too bad for him, that was usually the last place people wanted to be. He stepped back out of the greenie's personal space and sighed. "What can I say jeune...welcome to the Glade."
"Orv!"
He was about to turn when he heard yet another voice calling his name. Stepping in the direction of it, he saw the confused expression of his fellow Glader as he jogged quickly over.
"There's...the other greenie...he's in the box - " the girl was talking extremely fast, obviously trying to get whatever she had to say out as quickly as possible and failing horrendously. He waited until she had caught her breath before motioning for her to continue. What she said, he didn't expect at all, and would have never in a million years guessed.
"There's another greenie in the second box...and he looks just like you."
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xKrystal
Keeper of the Runners
What a fool. She expected better judgement from him. He was here first. He was the one who has already gotten stung by a Griever. He was the senior Glader. He should've known better. Silla shook her head as she continued to draw the map for today. The few other runners have drawn their maps and left already, so the Map Room was deserted. Good, she prefered it this way, anyways. Easier for her to concentrate and try to find patterns and changes.
Silla finished drawing today's map. She then took several yesterday's map and compared them together. Well, sections 8, 9, and 10 surprisingly opened today (idiot boy's bloody side was a proved that), but other than that, she couldn't see anymore changes.
Just as she began to store the maps back in her trunk, she heard the loud ring of an alarm. The Box had arrived. The disturbingly loud ring soon stopped, and Silla stood, closed her trunk shut, and headed out of thw Map Room, closing the door securely behind her.
The girl glanced at the direction of the Boxes- all the Gladers have surrounded them, as expected. No way was she going in their midst. As she turned away, she spotted Orv's blood-stained shirt and couldn't help but roll her eyes. He deserved that attack.
Silla started heading towards the kitchen, about to get something to fill her grumbling stomach, when she heard something that made her stop and turn. Someone that looked.. just like Orv? She slowly made her way towards the second Box, her brows knitted together, perplexed. The Gladers that surrounded Box 2 stepped aside when they saw her, but then they continued to stare at the boy in the Box, some of their mouths gaping.
Silla stood at the edge and peered down. She was caught by surprise- the resemblance was uncanny. No one, in their shock, had moved to get the boy out. So Silla bent down and extended a hand out towards the boy, silently. She didn't know why she was helping him out- she has never done this with any of the other Greenies. Maybe because he looked like Orv and she wanted to find out more. Yeah, that was definitely it.
Silla finished drawing today's map. She then took several yesterday's map and compared them together. Well, sections 8, 9, and 10 surprisingly opened today (idiot boy's bloody side was a proved that), but other than that, she couldn't see anymore changes.
Just as she began to store the maps back in her trunk, she heard the loud ring of an alarm. The Box had arrived. The disturbingly loud ring soon stopped, and Silla stood, closed her trunk shut, and headed out of thw Map Room, closing the door securely behind her.
The girl glanced at the direction of the Boxes- all the Gladers have surrounded them, as expected. No way was she going in their midst. As she turned away, she spotted Orv's blood-stained shirt and couldn't help but roll her eyes. He deserved that attack.
Silla started heading towards the kitchen, about to get something to fill her grumbling stomach, when she heard something that made her stop and turn. Someone that looked.. just like Orv? She slowly made her way towards the second Box, her brows knitted together, perplexed. The Gladers that surrounded Box 2 stepped aside when they saw her, but then they continued to stare at the boy in the Box, some of their mouths gaping.
Silla stood at the edge and peered down. She was caught by surprise- the resemblance was uncanny. No one, in their shock, had moved to get the boy out. So Silla bent down and extended a hand out towards the boy, silently. She didn't know why she was helping him out- she has never done this with any of the other Greenies. Maybe because he looked like Orv and she wanted to find out more. Yeah, that was definitely it.
Earlier that morning Rice was in her section that was made for the med-jacks. Just like every other section in The Glade. Gladers had their own jobs to fulfill. Inside she washed off her instruments she used previously on injured Gladers. Rice finally had some help from a girl who was intrigued by helping out people that she jumped at the opportunity to help. Although the Gladers have their own jobs to do Rice sometimes liked to help out in other sections if she wasn't needed or looking our for someone. When the Slicers go out to hunt for livestock; whatever they don't use she uses to show her new med-jacks how to stitch. The smell isn't pleasant but it gets the job done. Being the third person to come from the box Rice was clueless to where she was. Like the others her memory was erased and all she knew was that her name was Rice. Eventually their memory would resurface but for years now nothing has come of it.
Making nicks in the wood Rice looked around the glade sitting in the out-looker station as she called it. She felt in her own little world when she was alone with nobody around to need her assistance. Just yesterday she had to stitch up Orv as he was attacked by a Griever. Orv was one of those men she thought wanted to save the world and be the hero. Standing she brushed off heading down the latter. Reaching ground she leaned against the latter hearing Orv shout. Shaking her head she giggled to herself. She made her way to the center of The Glade when she heard the commotion. Gladers made their way to the box where every month a new greenie and supplies made there way up to the surface of The Glade. She walked over to where the commotion was pushing her way through the crowd. She looked down at the startled boy.
Observant of Orv's politeness in helping the boy up was in question odd. Hearing the boys joke around she rolled her eyes folding her arms across her chest.
"You all find yourself quite funny, don't you?" She twisted her lips as she watched a frantic girl come up to Orv. "There's another greenie in the second box...and he looks just like you."
Curious Rice followed the girl and Orv over to the box. Inside was a striking resemblance to Orv. Placing a strand of hair behind her ear she watched him closely.
"Do you know him?" She asked Orv unsure if she should even be asking that question.
Standing back she watched as Silla made her way over extending her hand to him. The day at The Glade just got interesting.
Making nicks in the wood Rice looked around the glade sitting in the out-looker station as she called it. She felt in her own little world when she was alone with nobody around to need her assistance. Just yesterday she had to stitch up Orv as he was attacked by a Griever. Orv was one of those men she thought wanted to save the world and be the hero. Standing she brushed off heading down the latter. Reaching ground she leaned against the latter hearing Orv shout. Shaking her head she giggled to herself. She made her way to the center of The Glade when she heard the commotion. Gladers made their way to the box where every month a new greenie and supplies made there way up to the surface of The Glade. She walked over to where the commotion was pushing her way through the crowd. She looked down at the startled boy.
Observant of Orv's politeness in helping the boy up was in question odd. Hearing the boys joke around she rolled her eyes folding her arms across her chest.
"You all find yourself quite funny, don't you?" She twisted her lips as she watched a frantic girl come up to Orv. "There's another greenie in the second box...and he looks just like you."
Curious Rice followed the girl and Orv over to the box. Inside was a striking resemblance to Orv. Placing a strand of hair behind her ear she watched him closely.
"Do you know him?" She asked Orv unsure if she should even be asking that question.
Standing back she watched as Silla made her way over extending her hand to him. The day at The Glade just got interesting.
ThatRandomKitty
Green Bean
Everyone's eyes had turned away from the Greenie boy, and onto the older one. Orv was the older one's name? He felt somewhat relief. Momentarily, everyone's attention wasn't focused on him being terrified and feeling sick. They were all looking to the older boy, Orv. He couldn't help but wonder if Orv was their leader. It seemed to be, he thought. But he couldn't be too sure. Carefully, he stood up, and got a good look around the... Glade. That was what Orv called it, he believed. The Glade. The name sounded foreign in his own mind. What was this place? He spun around, taking in all the people, the farm, the green grass, and then, the towering walls. That's when he saw it. The gap in between the walls. What was it? Where did it lead to? Curiosity burned in him. He wanted answers. But no one was giving them. He mumbled something inaudible, and a few people looked at him.
"What'd you say, Greenie?" one asked with a grin on his stupid face.
He stared at him in silence. The person blinked at him. And then looked away. He felt more relief. He crouched down on the ground, finally having a good look at the Box. The Box that he thought he'd die in only a hour ago. What was it? Where does it come from? Who made it? Questions raced in his mind, making his headache pound with a new ache. He stared at the Box, and looked up as a few of the people spoke up, putting their hands on his back.
"That, Greenie, is the Box," one younger boy spoke with a small smile. "It's where we get our supplies from the Creators. And the newbies."
He nodded as if he understood any of what he said. The Creators? Then, he spoke for the first time around them. "The hell is a Green Bean, or a Greenie? And what do you mean, the Creators?"
A few close enough to hear him laughed.
"We got ourselves a Brit, huh?"
"Yeah, a strong one, too. Poor shank. Orv's probably gonna put him out in the Maze."
He felt anger burn in him. He just wanted answers. Could no one give him answers? "To bloody hell with all of you." And he was gone. He was sick of these people after not even five minutes. Great. He pushed his way through the crowd, not caring as glares were tossed his way and rude comments reached his ears. He just wanted to get away from them. Away from it all. So, he started running. A few people took notice, and tried running after him, but they eventually gave up after trying to call after him. He wasn't going to stop. He kept running and running until they weren't in sight anymore. He had found some kind of forest. He could feel his heart hammering inside his chest by the time he slid down against a tree. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to remember anything. Anything. But nothing. His memories were gone. His whole life, whatever it was, wasn't there. Just blank, void. Empty. Not even a single bloody name. Not his parents. Not his family. Nothing. It made him mad. It made him want to demand for answers. But at this point, he didn't. He knew the stupid people wouldn't give him answers. Not for a while, anyway. So, he'd wait. And wait. And wait. He'd wait for as long as it took to get some solid answers.
He stood up, unable to sit and do nothing for so long. He wanted to explore; besides, it couldn't hurt anyone as long as he doesn't mess with anything, right? Right. He walked around the forest, taking it all in. The large oak trees with lush, green leaves. The blue sky. The grass. And then he saw it. A flash of silver in his peripheral. He stopped, looking around the surrounding area. "The hell was that?" he muttered to himself, rubbing his eyes. Maybe he was going crazy. Or maybe he just needed some rest. Either way, he didn't want to stop. He continued walking until he reached the end of the forest. The Wall. It was beyond massive. It was the largest thing he's ever seen in his life. Well, that he's remembered, anyway. He stared up at it, looking at the vines trickling down the stone wall. Then he saw it. Carved in the wall. Names. He walked up to the wall, his eyes scanning over the names. There were so many names... crossed out. What was that supposed to mean? That they were dead? Gone? He stared at the names, his fingers tracing them. Then he saw his name. Orv. He looked at it for a long moment, and took a step back from the wall, hearing a scream. He stumbled back in a rush, feeling the well-known fear seep its way in again. Where had the scream come from? Who was it? What was going on?
He looked around all of the walls, trying to connect the puzzle pieces in his mind. If there were four Walls, what were they for? To trap them? To.. protect them? Maybe both. But now a new question dawned him. What was it protecting them from? The question made him freeze. He'd seen the gap in the Walls. What was out there? And why were there two boys guarding the gap? He had too many questions. More questions than answers. It was hurting his head to think about everything. He sat down against the Wall, under the names, and let out a long sigh. He ran a hand through his hair, feeling exhaustion sinking in. He wanted to get out of this place, and he hasn't even been here a full day. He closed his eyes, but he never did fall asleep; he kept replaying the terrified scream in his head. He couldn't sleep. He opened his eyes, hearing nothing more than silence. Then that's when he remembered it. His name.
"My name is Lawrence," he whispered to no one.
"What'd you say, Greenie?" one asked with a grin on his stupid face.
He stared at him in silence. The person blinked at him. And then looked away. He felt more relief. He crouched down on the ground, finally having a good look at the Box. The Box that he thought he'd die in only a hour ago. What was it? Where does it come from? Who made it? Questions raced in his mind, making his headache pound with a new ache. He stared at the Box, and looked up as a few of the people spoke up, putting their hands on his back.
"That, Greenie, is the Box," one younger boy spoke with a small smile. "It's where we get our supplies from the Creators. And the newbies."
He nodded as if he understood any of what he said. The Creators? Then, he spoke for the first time around them. "The hell is a Green Bean, or a Greenie? And what do you mean, the Creators?"
A few close enough to hear him laughed.
"We got ourselves a Brit, huh?"
"Yeah, a strong one, too. Poor shank. Orv's probably gonna put him out in the Maze."
He felt anger burn in him. He just wanted answers. Could no one give him answers? "To bloody hell with all of you." And he was gone. He was sick of these people after not even five minutes. Great. He pushed his way through the crowd, not caring as glares were tossed his way and rude comments reached his ears. He just wanted to get away from them. Away from it all. So, he started running. A few people took notice, and tried running after him, but they eventually gave up after trying to call after him. He wasn't going to stop. He kept running and running until they weren't in sight anymore. He had found some kind of forest. He could feel his heart hammering inside his chest by the time he slid down against a tree. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to remember anything. Anything. But nothing. His memories were gone. His whole life, whatever it was, wasn't there. Just blank, void. Empty. Not even a single bloody name. Not his parents. Not his family. Nothing. It made him mad. It made him want to demand for answers. But at this point, he didn't. He knew the stupid people wouldn't give him answers. Not for a while, anyway. So, he'd wait. And wait. And wait. He'd wait for as long as it took to get some solid answers.
He stood up, unable to sit and do nothing for so long. He wanted to explore; besides, it couldn't hurt anyone as long as he doesn't mess with anything, right? Right. He walked around the forest, taking it all in. The large oak trees with lush, green leaves. The blue sky. The grass. And then he saw it. A flash of silver in his peripheral. He stopped, looking around the surrounding area. "The hell was that?" he muttered to himself, rubbing his eyes. Maybe he was going crazy. Or maybe he just needed some rest. Either way, he didn't want to stop. He continued walking until he reached the end of the forest. The Wall. It was beyond massive. It was the largest thing he's ever seen in his life. Well, that he's remembered, anyway. He stared up at it, looking at the vines trickling down the stone wall. Then he saw it. Carved in the wall. Names. He walked up to the wall, his eyes scanning over the names. There were so many names... crossed out. What was that supposed to mean? That they were dead? Gone? He stared at the names, his fingers tracing them. Then he saw his name. Orv. He looked at it for a long moment, and took a step back from the wall, hearing a scream. He stumbled back in a rush, feeling the well-known fear seep its way in again. Where had the scream come from? Who was it? What was going on?
He looked around all of the walls, trying to connect the puzzle pieces in his mind. If there were four Walls, what were they for? To trap them? To.. protect them? Maybe both. But now a new question dawned him. What was it protecting them from? The question made him freeze. He'd seen the gap in the Walls. What was out there? And why were there two boys guarding the gap? He had too many questions. More questions than answers. It was hurting his head to think about everything. He sat down against the Wall, under the names, and let out a long sigh. He ran a hand through his hair, feeling exhaustion sinking in. He wanted to get out of this place, and he hasn't even been here a full day. He closed his eyes, but he never did fall asleep; he kept replaying the terrified scream in his head. He couldn't sleep. He opened his eyes, hearing nothing more than silence. Then that's when he remembered it. His name.
"My name is Lawrence," he whispered to no one.
ROUX
Hand of the King
-Will's POV-
He lay still in the floor of whatever container he was in, breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath. He clutched at his shirt as he stared at the floor, still in a state of shock. He had literally just woken up in some dark room without HIS clothes, without HIS memories - and he had no idea where he was. It was terrifying...and that was before it had started moving. As soon as it did, he had crashed headfirst into one of the barrels, and dazed from the contact, he hadn't found the will to move - until now.
When the box stopped, finally stopped, He sat up slowly. Though the feeling of being stuck on some horrifying amusement park ride was gone, apparently for him, the horror was just beginning. He sat up, scrambling to his feet before realizing the ceiling was too low to do so and hitting his head a second time.
"God damn it...where the hell am I?!" He yelled to no one in particular. Was he in jail? He couldn't remember doing anything wrong...but then again, he couldn't remember anything. It would suck royally to be in prison with amnesia. He crouched, banging as hard as he could in the ceiling. "HELLO? I have rights! You cant do this-"
He fell back again when the ceiling actually opened. Shielding his eyes from the bright light with his hand, he peeked out from below it and gasped. a large group of teens - or at least, they were mostly teens - were staring down at him with curiosity. Stranger yet, he watched as those expressions turned from curiosity, to shock, to total and utter bewilderment. He matched their expressions for a moment, before his natural urge to make some kind of sense of the situation.
"Ok, you got me guys. You got me! very funny....why can't I remember anything?" he asked loudly laughing as he did so, approaching them slowly actually causing some of them to step back and away from him. "What the heck? I'm not going to bite. This IS a joke right?"
He was beginning to get frustrated. This wasn't funny anymore, he wanted out, it was starting to scare him.
One of them shook his head, blinked, and said something to another. Something about getting a...Orv? What even-
"Wait. What the hell is an Orv?!"
He was beginning to freak out before an older girl of Asian descent made her way to the front. She was giving him a strange look along with the rest of them, but did offer him a hand, which he took without a second thought. As he was pulled up, he surveyed the area, gazing upon the great walls that surrounded them on all sides, the grass that covered most of the area, the huts and houses that had been built out of surrounding supplies and other things, and the forest on the other side of the square shaped land. Dusting himself off, he couldn't help but comment.
"Bruh...this takes claustrophobia to a whole new level...where am I? How did I get here? And who are you people?!" He ended with a barrage of questions fired at the girl who had helped him up.
"And why can't I...why can't I remember my name?"
He lay still in the floor of whatever container he was in, breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath. He clutched at his shirt as he stared at the floor, still in a state of shock. He had literally just woken up in some dark room without HIS clothes, without HIS memories - and he had no idea where he was. It was terrifying...and that was before it had started moving. As soon as it did, he had crashed headfirst into one of the barrels, and dazed from the contact, he hadn't found the will to move - until now.
When the box stopped, finally stopped, He sat up slowly. Though the feeling of being stuck on some horrifying amusement park ride was gone, apparently for him, the horror was just beginning. He sat up, scrambling to his feet before realizing the ceiling was too low to do so and hitting his head a second time.
"God damn it...where the hell am I?!" He yelled to no one in particular. Was he in jail? He couldn't remember doing anything wrong...but then again, he couldn't remember anything. It would suck royally to be in prison with amnesia. He crouched, banging as hard as he could in the ceiling. "HELLO? I have rights! You cant do this-"
He fell back again when the ceiling actually opened. Shielding his eyes from the bright light with his hand, he peeked out from below it and gasped. a large group of teens - or at least, they were mostly teens - were staring down at him with curiosity. Stranger yet, he watched as those expressions turned from curiosity, to shock, to total and utter bewilderment. He matched their expressions for a moment, before his natural urge to make some kind of sense of the situation.
"Ok, you got me guys. You got me! very funny....why can't I remember anything?" he asked loudly laughing as he did so, approaching them slowly actually causing some of them to step back and away from him. "What the heck? I'm not going to bite. This IS a joke right?"
He was beginning to get frustrated. This wasn't funny anymore, he wanted out, it was starting to scare him.
One of them shook his head, blinked, and said something to another. Something about getting a...Orv? What even-
"Wait. What the hell is an Orv?!"
He was beginning to freak out before an older girl of Asian descent made her way to the front. She was giving him a strange look along with the rest of them, but did offer him a hand, which he took without a second thought. As he was pulled up, he surveyed the area, gazing upon the great walls that surrounded them on all sides, the grass that covered most of the area, the huts and houses that had been built out of surrounding supplies and other things, and the forest on the other side of the square shaped land. Dusting himself off, he couldn't help but comment.
"Bruh...this takes claustrophobia to a whole new level...where am I? How did I get here? And who are you people?!" He ended with a barrage of questions fired at the girl who had helped him up.
"And why can't I...why can't I remember my name?"
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xKrystal
Keeper of the Runners
Silla studied the boy, looking up at him (he was taller than her, like most people were) in silence. He really did look like Orv, but as soon as he opened his mouth he knew their personalities were definitely different. This boy was loud. Too loud.
Silla fought the great urge to walk away right then and there and let the others answer the loud Greenie's questions, but since his questions were directed at her.. "The Glade. That Box. Gladers," she answered curtly, her face expressionless. She paused for a second before answering his last question, "You'll remember it soon enough."
She gave the boy one last unreadable look before turning on her heels and walking away. She nearly bumped into Orv, who was making his way towards the boy. "Don't freak out," she said softly, so that only he could hear. She then continued walking, heading towards the kitchens once more.
Silla fought the great urge to walk away right then and there and let the others answer the loud Greenie's questions, but since his questions were directed at her.. "The Glade. That Box. Gladers," she answered curtly, her face expressionless. She paused for a second before answering his last question, "You'll remember it soon enough."
She gave the boy one last unreadable look before turning on her heels and walking away. She nearly bumped into Orv, who was making his way towards the boy. "Don't freak out," she said softly, so that only he could hear. She then continued walking, heading towards the kitchens once more.
ROUX
Hand of the King
-Orv's POV-
Orv turned and headed towards the boy, doubt written all over his face. It was the whispered words from Silla that gave him a glimmer give hope, the hope tht the words and images that had imposed themselves on Orville's mind could possible be real.
The boy in front of him merely had shrugged when Silla had left him, and stepping back, he turned only to find Orv right in front of him, eves wide and in wonder.
The awkward silence stretched on for what felt like an hour as the two stared at eachother. Orv really couldn't believe what he was seeing, nothing had shocked him like this in a long time. That was the face he's been seeing. In his dreams...flashbacks...? All the same now. That was his brother, he was sure of it. And yet...
Orb reached out to touch him, as if he needed proof this was real and not just another thing he was seeing, but snapped his head to the side as a figure running crossed his perehiperal vision, the other Greenie was making a run for it. He looked back at his...brother, opening his mouth to say something but not being able to find the words. Instead, he took off after the other Greenie, needing something to distract his mind from the boy before he really did go crazy, knowing he would only be proving the theory with his abrupt exit to the boy he'd left behind.
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"You need to come back. It's not safe...Lawrence," Orv interrupted as he stared sharply at the brunette. He had followed the boy to the wall, and had seen him look the names. As a result, he moved toward it, inspecting it just as the Greenie had done.
"The deceased are crossed out, as I'm sure you have guessed...and if you don't want to have yours struck through also, I suggest you head back to camp and we'll answer whatever wuestions you have. And you DO have questions," he said pointedly, looking back at the boy with piercing brown eyes. His right hand traced the marks through one of the names on the wall, the one next to his, out of habit. Glancing from the name to Lawrence, he sighed and dropped his hand from Bram's crossed out name. He wasn't trying to intimidate the boy. But there was business to tend to and a stray Greenie was the last thing Orv wanted to be taking care of.
"Let's just go, Greenie...I heard that scream and I'll bet you the med-jacks are going to need help by the sound of it. I'm Orville by the way...call me Orv."
Orv turned and headed towards the boy, doubt written all over his face. It was the whispered words from Silla that gave him a glimmer give hope, the hope tht the words and images that had imposed themselves on Orville's mind could possible be real.
The boy in front of him merely had shrugged when Silla had left him, and stepping back, he turned only to find Orv right in front of him, eves wide and in wonder.
The awkward silence stretched on for what felt like an hour as the two stared at eachother. Orv really couldn't believe what he was seeing, nothing had shocked him like this in a long time. That was the face he's been seeing. In his dreams...flashbacks...? All the same now. That was his brother, he was sure of it. And yet...
Orb reached out to touch him, as if he needed proof this was real and not just another thing he was seeing, but snapped his head to the side as a figure running crossed his perehiperal vision, the other Greenie was making a run for it. He looked back at his...brother, opening his mouth to say something but not being able to find the words. Instead, he took off after the other Greenie, needing something to distract his mind from the boy before he really did go crazy, knowing he would only be proving the theory with his abrupt exit to the boy he'd left behind.
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"You need to come back. It's not safe...Lawrence," Orv interrupted as he stared sharply at the brunette. He had followed the boy to the wall, and had seen him look the names. As a result, he moved toward it, inspecting it just as the Greenie had done.
"The deceased are crossed out, as I'm sure you have guessed...and if you don't want to have yours struck through also, I suggest you head back to camp and we'll answer whatever wuestions you have. And you DO have questions," he said pointedly, looking back at the boy with piercing brown eyes. His right hand traced the marks through one of the names on the wall, the one next to his, out of habit. Glancing from the name to Lawrence, he sighed and dropped his hand from Bram's crossed out name. He wasn't trying to intimidate the boy. But there was business to tend to and a stray Greenie was the last thing Orv wanted to be taking care of.
"Let's just go, Greenie...I heard that scream and I'll bet you the med-jacks are going to need help by the sound of it. I'm Orville by the way...call me Orv."
Taking a step back as the newbie was helped out the box she looked him over. Once he began to speak she lost all interest as he seemed frustrated and demanding answers. With an attitude like that he probably wouldn't get too far in The Glade. But who knows people have gotten farther on a worse demeanor. Hearing screams coming from inside the maze she quickly turned around.
"What was that?"
Leaving the crowd behind rushing towards the maze where the guards stood watch. She scanned the opening looking for whoever was screaming to come out. Reaching the beginning of the maze doors, the only ones that were open she stopped when she saw two Gladers were stung. Rice knew what they had to do to protect themselves from being attacked by one of them.
"They can't come back in here..." Rice said with hesitant. She really adored the Gladers who went out to help find a way out but was protective too. The guards knew the drill with Gladers haven been bitten by Grievers. The girl who stitched up Orv ran out into the maze not knowing what she was getting herself into.
"What are you doing?" Rice shouted after her. "She is nuts." One of the Gladers said shaking his head. Rice ran after her into the maze hoping they would get out before the doors closed.
"What was that?"
Leaving the crowd behind rushing towards the maze where the guards stood watch. She scanned the opening looking for whoever was screaming to come out. Reaching the beginning of the maze doors, the only ones that were open she stopped when she saw two Gladers were stung. Rice knew what they had to do to protect themselves from being attacked by one of them.
"They can't come back in here..." Rice said with hesitant. She really adored the Gladers who went out to help find a way out but was protective too. The guards knew the drill with Gladers haven been bitten by Grievers. The girl who stitched up Orv ran out into the maze not knowing what she was getting herself into.
"What are you doing?" Rice shouted after her. "She is nuts." One of the Gladers said shaking his head. Rice ran after her into the maze hoping they would get out before the doors closed.
ThatRandomKitty
Green Bean
"You need to come back. It's not safe... Lawrence." He looked up from the long green grass, startled. He hadn't heard the older boy approaching. He opened his mouth, ready to blurt out all the questions that had been going round and round in his mind since he came out of the Box, but quickly shut his mouth. He didn't want to annoy him, or to waste his time. He needed to be patient, as difficult as it was. So, he merely nodded, stood up from his resting position against the wall underneath the names, and glanced at the Wall. It was towering above them both, thick and made out of stone. It was covered in long vines, and it made him wonder if he could climb the Wall if he had wanted to. But he was sure they had already thought of that; they were here much longer than he was, so who was he to question them? It was becoming more and more difficult to restrain himself from asking questions. It was eating away at him as he stared at the crossed out names, his mind spinning in a million different directions. Lawrence looked at the boy as he began to explain.
Lawrence said nothing after he finished. He had guessed as much that the crossed out names were the people that had died. He was too afraid to ask how they had died, or what had killed them. So he didn't. He was sure he'd eventually find out anyway. The older boy, who was now looking at him, told him soon enough his questions would be answered. He could accept that. Just a while more before he'd ask away. But not now. He had too much on his mind to even begin to ask. He sighed, dropped his hand from the wall, and looked at him again, speaking. He nodded again. This time, however, he asked a question that had been on his mind for a while. "Why's everyone callin' me Greenie, or Green Bean?" Lawrence asked curiously, cautiously. He didn't want to overstep with him. He was, after all, the leader. At least from what he's seen. Though he still wasn't sure why one of the guys had called Orv a 'nutcase'. He didn't seem so bad. In fact, Lawrence liked him. He wasn't sure why, but he just did. Maybe it was because he was straightforward. No lies. No sugarcoating. He liked that.
As they walked, he remained silent as he watched the other people go about their lives. Some were tending to the farm animals, while others were preparing for a hunt. It was intriguing to observe how they worked. Even from a distance, he could sense people watching him. Him and Orville both. It put him on edge, and he didn't even know why. These guys, as far as he could tell, weren't his enemies. At least, some of them. Some had cast him some dirty looks, though he wasn't sure what he did to deserve such harsh glares. Maybe they were just irritated with seeing another newbie in the camp. Or maybe they were just pissed for no real reason. Either way, he wasn't in the mood to find out. To hell with them. He's done nothing. He's just trying to adjust to everything; the void memories, the Glade, and the Walls. It was all frustrating, yes, but not as frustrating as people staring at him and snickering as he walked by. Lawrence wanted to yell at their stupid faces, but he didn't. He just kept walking. That's when he saw two girls run into the gap between the Walls, running towards two figures. He stared. What had happened? Were they the ones screaming? He wanted to run closer to the gap himself, but he decided not to. Besides, Orv had told him to stay in the camp anyway. He sighed.
(I deleted the old post because it wasn't very good at all, and this one is a bit shorter, but better detailed. :3 and I'm out of the ugly writer's block.)
Lawrence said nothing after he finished. He had guessed as much that the crossed out names were the people that had died. He was too afraid to ask how they had died, or what had killed them. So he didn't. He was sure he'd eventually find out anyway. The older boy, who was now looking at him, told him soon enough his questions would be answered. He could accept that. Just a while more before he'd ask away. But not now. He had too much on his mind to even begin to ask. He sighed, dropped his hand from the wall, and looked at him again, speaking. He nodded again. This time, however, he asked a question that had been on his mind for a while. "Why's everyone callin' me Greenie, or Green Bean?" Lawrence asked curiously, cautiously. He didn't want to overstep with him. He was, after all, the leader. At least from what he's seen. Though he still wasn't sure why one of the guys had called Orv a 'nutcase'. He didn't seem so bad. In fact, Lawrence liked him. He wasn't sure why, but he just did. Maybe it was because he was straightforward. No lies. No sugarcoating. He liked that.
As they walked, he remained silent as he watched the other people go about their lives. Some were tending to the farm animals, while others were preparing for a hunt. It was intriguing to observe how they worked. Even from a distance, he could sense people watching him. Him and Orville both. It put him on edge, and he didn't even know why. These guys, as far as he could tell, weren't his enemies. At least, some of them. Some had cast him some dirty looks, though he wasn't sure what he did to deserve such harsh glares. Maybe they were just irritated with seeing another newbie in the camp. Or maybe they were just pissed for no real reason. Either way, he wasn't in the mood to find out. To hell with them. He's done nothing. He's just trying to adjust to everything; the void memories, the Glade, and the Walls. It was all frustrating, yes, but not as frustrating as people staring at him and snickering as he walked by. Lawrence wanted to yell at their stupid faces, but he didn't. He just kept walking. That's when he saw two girls run into the gap between the Walls, running towards two figures. He stared. What had happened? Were they the ones screaming? He wanted to run closer to the gap himself, but he decided not to. Besides, Orv had told him to stay in the camp anyway. He sighed.
(I deleted the old post because it wasn't very good at all, and this one is a bit shorter, but better detailed. :3 and I'm out of the ugly writer's block.)
xKrystal
Keeper of the Runners
Silla turned as sharp screams erupted from the direction of the Maze. She was running full-speed towards the maze in seconds. She spotted one of the newer Med-jacks, Amy, run into the Maze, followed closely by Rice, who should've known better than to enter the Maze, Silla thought, annoyed. Rice was one of the earliest Gladers and the best Med-jack there was, but she was not a Runner. She didn't know the Maze, and she wouldn't be able to face a Griever. What was she doing? Sure, she probably wanted to help, but there were Lawkeepers and Runners for that. Under no circumstances should she break the top rule- never go outside the walls. Silla shook her head inwardly.
Silla quickly caught up to Rice and grabbed the girl by the arm, pulling her back. "Get out of here. Get the Griever Serum and wait by the Doors, or get Orv to bring it to me," she ordered, her voice serious. She looked up ahead- Amy had vanished around a corner. "I'll go get Amy and the Runners." With that, she let go of her steel grip on Rice's arm and continued sprinting, chasing after Amy.
She rounded the corner and came to an intersection, turning left, following the sound of Amy's footsteps. She sped up and managed to catch up with Amy, pulling the girl back. The fear in the younger girl's eyes was apparent, and Silla's gaze softened slightly. "Go back to the Glade. Right, right, left. I'll talk about this little incident with you later. Go." Amy nodded and slowly turned on her heels before sprinting back towards the Glade, following Silla's directions.
With a soft sigh, Silla turned and started running again. The Runners' screams had died down to moans, but they were still loud enough for Silla to follow. Left, left, right, left. The girl turned a corner and found two Runners on the ground- one passed out and the other moaning loudly. The last Runner was standing up, trying to drag the Runners on the ground to no avail. Noticing Silla, the Runner who had not been stung, Henry, quickly explained to her what had happened as she checked over the stung Runners.
"We met up in the middle near sector five for a short break, and i-it came out out of nowhere! It was oddly silent so we barely had any time to run. It got George right away," Henry gestured at the passed-out Runner, "and it got Jin when we helped George. It would've gotten all of us, but then right after it stung Jin it came to a sudden stop, stayed like that for a while, before turning and rolling back the way it came from. I don't know why it did that.."
Silla quickly caught up to Rice and grabbed the girl by the arm, pulling her back. "Get out of here. Get the Griever Serum and wait by the Doors, or get Orv to bring it to me," she ordered, her voice serious. She looked up ahead- Amy had vanished around a corner. "I'll go get Amy and the Runners." With that, she let go of her steel grip on Rice's arm and continued sprinting, chasing after Amy.
She rounded the corner and came to an intersection, turning left, following the sound of Amy's footsteps. She sped up and managed to catch up with Amy, pulling the girl back. The fear in the younger girl's eyes was apparent, and Silla's gaze softened slightly. "Go back to the Glade. Right, right, left. I'll talk about this little incident with you later. Go." Amy nodded and slowly turned on her heels before sprinting back towards the Glade, following Silla's directions.
With a soft sigh, Silla turned and started running again. The Runners' screams had died down to moans, but they were still loud enough for Silla to follow. Left, left, right, left. The girl turned a corner and found two Runners on the ground- one passed out and the other moaning loudly. The last Runner was standing up, trying to drag the Runners on the ground to no avail. Noticing Silla, the Runner who had not been stung, Henry, quickly explained to her what had happened as she checked over the stung Runners.
"We met up in the middle near sector five for a short break, and i-it came out out of nowhere! It was oddly silent so we barely had any time to run. It got George right away," Henry gestured at the passed-out Runner, "and it got Jin when we helped George. It would've gotten all of us, but then right after it stung Jin it came to a sudden stop, stayed like that for a while, before turning and rolling back the way it came from. I don't know why it did that.."
