ASUNDER (I) : tmr newt

02: I'm Lost

"I'm Dawn." I didn't remember my name until I said it, but now it is out in the open for him to digest.

"Dawn," he repeats the word as he smiles at me. "My name is Minho."

"Minho." I copy his speech pattern. He has a bit of an accent, but so far everyone else here has had the same one as him. Except for that blonde boy who the red-head shoved in the box. He sounded like me, but if I was fancy.

"You talk like Newt," he notices.

I stand up abruptly. "You're from the grassy place."

"The Glade," he stands up like me, moving closer in. "You've been there."

"They were going to lock me up, so I left." I tell him. "You're one of them, aren't you? You're going to bring me back."

"How did you get there?" He demands, his soft curiosity replaced by genuine fear and concern. "When did you get there?"

"An elevator." I am not sure why I'm telling him this. "Only a short while ago."

He pauses, before raking his eyes up and down me. If he doesn't believe me, then I doubt he was sent to come get me. Why is he in here?

I let myself take him in. He wears dark brown pants, and a large belt over his shoulders with various items attached to them. Water, I think, and food in a pouch. He rakes a hand through his dark hair, and it stands up on end as he stares me down.

"You're the shucking Greenie?" He asks. "How did you get in the Maze?"

"I ran." I hadn't realised it was a maze, although it doesn't surprise me.

"You have to come back with me." He tells me. "This maze is dangerous."

I nod. He is going to bring me to those boys, but I can't go back. It is too dangerous.

Waiting for me to move to him so he can take us to the place he lives, I look at him, before tuning and sprinting in the other direction.

"Shuck." I hear him mutter the sound before he comes flying after me.

I don't know how fast he can run, but I hope I can run faster. My feet slide and slip along the cobblestone, and I can hear Minho grunting as he hurries behind me. I turn a corner, and my feet stop as Minho slams into the back of me.

In front of us is a gigantic monstrosity. It's large and dark, and whirs as it moves with gigantic rods and spikes point out of every which side of it. The size of a horse, and with a loud clicking sound erupting from its sides as it moves, it is terrifying.

A hand clamps over my mouth, but I wasn't about to scream, as Minho drags me around the corner.

I squirm from his grip, running in the opposite direction of that monster. As fast as my feet can carry me, I move further and further away from whatever that thing was. I couldn't tell you if it was an animal or a machine, and I don't want to get a close enough look to see the difference.

"That," Minho spits, as he leads me around a bend. "That is what is so shucking dangerous in the maze, slinthead. We call them Grievers."

"I don't care what they are called, I just want to get as bloody far away from them as I can." I tell him, and it's the truth.

"You don't care about what's going on?" He pulls me in the opposite direction I was headed, and though I don't want to go back to the grassy place I let myself follow him.

"No."

I should care, I definitely should. Everything around me is unknown. Where I am, the people I am with, this maze and that monster, as I think about it I don't know anything about my past. That doesn't matter though. What I don't know can hurt me sure, but at this moment I have more relevant things to worry about than knowing. Like, what my next step is.