Aversion (The Maze Runner, Newt / Sequel to Violation)

6 - Into The Desert

After that, as usual, Minho and Newt started arguing which, oddly, ended up in the plan to keep walking until they came close to the buildings. The journey to would be made throughout the remaining of sunlight and the oncoming night.

With a very sarcastic remark from Minho, the gladers huddled together under the sheets they had, the system being that they pair up and share one for the journey.

Instinctively, Wendy found herself drawn to the blonde that she was usually with, but was pulled back by a strong hand, her body slowly sliding in the sand towards the Asian who wore a strong smirk.

"Newt's with Fry, might wanna share with me unless you wanna end up with poor 'ol shank Winston." Minho mused before he handed her the second portion of the sheet; Wendy flickered her gaze between the boy and the item before she grumbled a curse word and took it, adjusting it above her head "Good choice."

With an eye roll, Wendy began walking in sync with the glader, mind wandering elsewhere as they descended into the desert. The air was silent between them, the conversation she usually had with Newt not working in this situation, so in desperation to fill the empty air, Wendy stated aloud, "Tell me about the Glade." with a small smile, her mind wandering to how this beautiful place that had been barley mentioned looked like.

Minho quirked his brows, but nonetheless nodded and explained, understanding her lack of knowing. "There were four walls around us, stone, with four entrances in the middle of each wall. They opened every morning for the Runners, the ones who tried to find a way out of the maze, and closed every night. I know you've heard about Grievers already, which is why the doors shut. To keep us safe. 'Course we didn't shucking know this at the time. Had no idea who sent us up, had no idea of WICKED, just knew that the "creators" had put us in there for a reason."

"Everything was green and bright and we had multiple jobs to keep the place running. Slicers, Track-Hoes, Runners, Sloppers. Nick ran the show until he died, Alby taking over with Newt second in command. It was a pretty great place, I just wish that we would've stayed longer to be shucking honest. If only we would've known what we would be doing in the future..." he trailed off, and Wendy found herself missing the place she barley remembered. It sounded wonderful, a place full of color with unlimited food and just one job to complete everyday. A place full of the people she was beginning to know more. Wendy really wished she remembered.

"What was I like?" Wendy suddenly asked, hands gripping onto the sheet above them. "You know. Friend wise and everything."

Minho laughed at her awkward statement before nudging her softly. "You were annoying, still are though." he said, and Wendy rolled her eyes.

"Seriously. I want a good answer." she mused, and Minho shrugged before saying. "Fine, here I go. The things I shucking do for you."

"Where do I start? Shucking annoying, not joking here. You were constantly getting hurt and always seemed to be at the wrong place at the wrong time, but you helped out a lot. With Fry, with Newt, with Ben and I. You were a Runner, almost got buggin' killed like thirty times, but you helped find a way out with Thomas." he told her, their feet padding against the ground. Wendy could already tell that many of the gladers were listening in, their bodies close and desperately trying to find a distraction as they traveled through the desert. "You were a bit different though. Still hard headed, a bit cocky, rude, nice though when you wanted to be and kind. But before, I can't really shuckin' tell, but the best answer I can give you is that you've definitely changed."