It's been three days since we found out we were trapped in this place. There was certainly no visible way out, and we'd given up in hope of finding a hidden passage like the Cliff had. Newt had suggested that we all just wait for something to happen or someone to come and explain things to us. If what the woman with the blonde hair said was true, then we're important to find a cure for the Flare. So I doubt WICKED are just going to leave us here to die of starvation.

I forgot to mention that we haven't got any food. Everyone was extremely hungry, no food for a full three days. We had water from the sink in the bathroom, but nothing else to actually solve the hunger.

We also found that Aris had a tattoo, just like the rest of us. He was part of Group B, and was titled 'The Partner'. No one knew what it meant, but we didn't think too much of it.

So basically, everyone just spent there time sleeping around here. There was no entertainment, besides talking to each other. But you can  only do so much of that. Especially if your friend is Minho. Too many sarcastic remarks and sassiness. So I only talked to Clint, Thomas and Newt. Only occasionally would I talk to Minho. Aris? Well I don't really know what to feel about him. He seems clueless, just like us. But something's different about him. He avoided me at all costs, which I was thankful for. So I guess I should just leave it at that.

"Mickey, come over here for a sec", Newt called me over. He was sitting on the floor, leaning his back against the wall. I walked over and took my spot beside him.

"What is it?", I asked him. Newt reached into his shirt, and pulled out something that was hanging around his neck. A gold chain was there. I never noticed that before.....

"Here", he said while un-connecting it from his neck, and putting it around mine. He pulled away with a small smile and sat back down.

".....Where did you get this?", I asked him while holding a part of it between my index finger and thumb.

"I was actually sent to the bloody Glade with it. I never knew what it was for or who gave it to me, but I never told anyone I had it. Not even Alby. I decided I should keep it to myself. But.... I wanted you to have it", Newt said while rubbing the back of his neck.

"..... Are you sure? It could be important to you", I reasoned while raising my eyebrows at him.

"Nah, it's just a buggin' chain. But if it is important, I'd rather you keep it safe instead of my clumsy self", Newt said while laughing slightly. I looked down at the chain, before nodding. I sat up on my knees and wrapped my arms around his neck, hugging him. He relaxed and hugged me back.

"Thank you", I said while leaning my head against his.


We pulled apart and saw one of the Gladers rush into the room, looking excited as ever. What's going on? I saw Minho rush over to Thomas who was sleeping, while Minho held two apples in his hands. Food?!

"There's a shuck load of food in the hall!", the same Glader said while pointing at the door.

"What?!", Newt jumped to his feet and ran out the room. I followed after him, while tucking the golden chain into my shirt.

I followed Newt to the hall, and saw that Minho and Thomas had followed along. True enough, the table that was in the middle of the hall was full of food. Fruits, sandwiches and more pizza. I was amazed by the sight, and saw that the Gladers had already sat down and were eating already.

"What.... how", I stammered for a minute, until I noticed something in the corner of the room. I turned my head and saw a guy, dressed in a white suit, was sitting at a wooden desk. He was sitting in a wooden chair, while he read a book.

"Who the bloody shuck is that?", Newt asked while looking also. Minho stepped forward and began to explain.

"No idea. He came with the food, and hasn't moved from that spot. We tried askin' him who the shuck he is, but he says it's not the right time to explain yet", Minho said while shrugging, before sitting down and beginning to eat. Thomas started to walk towards the man, but was stopped from what sounded like glass.

"Careful, there's like a force field there", Winston said, a little late considering Thomas already smashed into it.

Thomas looked at the man confused, before knocking on the force field. It indeed was glass, but it was invisible and stronger. I was going to go over, until a piece of watermelon appeared infront of me. I looked to the owner of the arm holding the melon and saw Newt was smiling at me.

"Here, I know your hungry", he said. I smiled and thanked him, before taking the fruit and eating it. I watched Thomas continue to knock on the glass, until the man sitting in the chair looked angry. He shut his book and finally looked up.

"Would you mind stopping that?", he asked in annoyance.

"Who are you? Why are you here?", Thomas asked him.

"I'll tell you when the time is right, which is in 45 minutes. So go eat", the man said before picking up his book again and reading without another word.

"Come on Thomas, eat then we'll see what Ratman says", Minho said with food in his mouth.

"Ratman?", Clint questioned. Minho shrugged.

"He reminds me of a rat, so he'll be called Ratman now", Minho said with out a care in the world. Thomas sighed and came back over to the table, and started to eat like the rest of the Gladers.

"Come on Mickey, you need to eat too", Newt said while gently pulling my arm. I reluctantly followed and sat down in-between Thomas and Newt.

I just hope what this Ratman says gives us some sort of clue of getting out here.

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