The First Glader | The Maze Runner || Newt x OC

Chapter 4: Greenie

Another month had gone by with Rowan and Alby in the Glade. Despite being only them in this place, they had made quite the progress. Although Rowan got on Alby's nerves daily, they had grown to rely on and comfort each other with their loneliness. Truly, their resilience and determination were unmatched, and they made a great team. Soon their shelter had grown into a more stable stronghold, with actual walls, ceilings, and floors, all made of the wood they'd cut. They had also made some progress on the maze, finding out the various 'sections', and getting a basic idea of the patterns. Rowan's injuries healed nicely, still sensitive, with a nasty scar- especially the one on her neck, but in perfect shape once more.

This morning, Alby stayed behind cutting up trees for the shelter while Rowan ventured into the Maze, complementing each other quite nicely as usual.

Alby was just finishing his last batch of wood logs when an alarm made him lose his focus. -BRRRT–BRRRT–BRRRT!-

He frowns in confusion.

Didn't the supply box already come this week?

He wonders, leaving the logs but taking the axe with him as he makes his way to the box at the center of the Glade..

In the maze, Rowan listens to the alarm and can't help but wonder the same thing. But it doesn't take long before she turns around and quickly rushes back to the glade.

The one time the Box came off-schedule, it didn't just bring supplies!

It takes her almost 30 minutes to run back at full speed; she was already pretty deep in. But she makes it on time. Alby is already looking back at her.

"What's happening? This is wrong." He says almost immediately.

The panting Rowan takes a deep breath in before being able to answer.

"Last time it happened, it brought you." She states in all seriousness, a bit of sweat dripping down her forehead and chest.

Another person! Alby's eyes widen as he stares back at the box, his silence hiding the anxious tension brooding in his chest.

In no time, they both jump back to the loud bang that is heard from underneath the metal cover of the box.

-CLANK-

The solid metal door lifts.

Alby glances back at Rowan for reassurance. She nods and grabs one of the Box's doors, and Alby follows to take the other. In a silent countdown, they both lift it open at the same time. Immediately leaning over the edge to observe down. Rowan's eyebrows furrowed, and Alby's pupils constricted at the sight of the passed-out boy on the floor of the box. He had olive skin and long dark hair. He looked pretty young, about 15 max, and wore a green shirt and black jeans. His body was covered in sweat, and face was filled with wet tears streaks.

He looks like someone had a rough time...

Rowan stares for a few seconds, a sense of relief growing in her chest. Meanwhile, Alby's face looks conflicted.

Another person? Why? What is this? What does this mean?

His train of thought is broken by Rowan's hand waving in front of his face.

"Earth to Albyyyy." She says as his gaze finally meets her eyes.

"Won't you look at it, another one. What do you think?" She asks, already having her theories herself.

"Um... I don't know... the fact that he came the exact same way we did... this is strange." He says, trying to answer the questions himself, but waiting for her to give her input.