Newt was showing me around the Glade slowly explaining each of the areas that mattered. We started off at the Homestead. He explained they mostly slept in the hammocks hanging from the wooden ceiling providing a roof, but they did have some private rooms built where the privileged people were sleeping such as the Keepers or in other worlds leaders and the injured ones if there have been any. He also said that as I was the only girl I will be given a room for myself. I felt a bit relieved, but I didn't want to seem like I wanted special treatment.

Next up we walked to the Med hut, where 2 boys were working on another who had a long cut going across his arm. They didn't even realise our presence as they worked on cleaning the injured boy's wounds. Newt explained to me that everyone has a job around the Glade and I would also be given one, however first they would let me try myself in each to decide which one I felt most comfortable with. Through out the whole tour I just kept humming and nodding in agreement to show that I was listening.

We went to check on the Slicers next but I quickly turned around and walked off leaving Newt behind. He chuckled at my run away attempt and lead me the the Builders. I just saw a bunch of guys working on some kind of a wooden model that I couldn't recognise, but I didn't feel comfortable standing around any longer. A guy with weird looking eyebrows walked up to us and looked up and down on me with disgust clearly displayed on his face.

"What is this?" He asked as if I wasn't even a human being.

"This?" I asked back. He nodded. "This is called a girl. I'm not a subject of some kind so if you would like to call me something, then 'she' would be the correct word." I replied with anger building up in my body.

"Nah, I'm good. I'm not interested in taking you into account as any more than 'this'." He shrugged and walked off.

"Is everyone annoying here or I'm just getting the best out of people?" I turned to Newt who just chuckled at me.

"Slim it girl, they will soon warm up to you." He kept chuckling.

"Yeah, looks like it." I said sarcastically and followed him to our next station.

Newt showed me the Council Hall, and then the Fields where he instructed some of the guys of the work they were doing. Then we continued to the wall where he explained to me briefly about all the names they had to carve in and how I would be also a part of it soon. We walked over to our next and last part, the Kitchen.

We stood in front of the kitchen counter or food shack as he called it. As I felt the smell of food coming out, my stomach rumbled. Newt laughed at the hunger my body very clearly reminded us of, and asked the dark skinned boy standing behind the counter to give us some food he had left from breakfast. Newt took two plates and lead me to one of the tables.

I kept looking towards the opening of the concrete walls while I forgot to focus on my food. I was wondering what could have been behind it and I felt like walking in there. But it seemed for some reason no-one went in or came out. It felt strange. I put another piece of bread into my mouth, but I didn't take my eyes of the massive walls surrounding the Glade.

"Why are you looking that way?" He asked pulling me out of my daze.

"I want to see what's behind it." I stated still keeping my eyes on the entrance.

"No!" He said firmly. I looked at him not understanding the situation. "Let me clear something up for you, before you even start doing anything around here. We have three rules you have to keep. Breaking them comes with very serious consequences. First of all Never go outside the Glade, unless you're a Runner. Only Runners know how to, when to and what to do when it comes to the area behind the walls. Secondly Never hurt another Glader. We have to trust each other and if you attack someone, that trust is lost. Not just between you, but it could affect the rest of the group. And last but not least, Everyone does their part. No slacking is accepted. Are we clear on the rules?" I looked at him still trying to process the situation. I kind of agreed with some of the things he said, but the the place behind the walls was way too inviting to explore.

"I mean sure, partly." I replied and didn't take my eyes off the concrete walls.

"Bloody hell, I have a feeling you are going to get yourself killed." He said and I chuckled at him.

"By what?" I asked and his face suddenly turned serious.

"I'm not sure I should be talking about that to a greenie." He shook his head.

"Well you already started it, so don't back off now." I pushed him. I wanted to know more. As much as it was possible to be honest.

"Behind those desirable walls of yours, there are monster-like beings, called Grievers. They are dangerous creatures with spikes and rods coming our of their backs. They are about five times the size of us and they attack you at any time if you are on their way. If you are stung by one of them, basically you are dead meat walking. That is why it's very dangerous to go behind the walls if you are not a runner. Even for them, they risk their lives every day when they go in there." He explained and I frowned at the picture that I imagined. It didn't feel like reality. I placed my chin into my palm and focused on the opening.

"What if someone unauthorised goes in there?" I continued questioning him.

"Don't even think about it." He warned me.

"But what if?" I pushed and he sighed at my stubbornness.

"Let's say that person survives for having such luck, then the person has to be punished for breaking the rules. I did mention rule number one before. Never go outside the Glade, unless you're a Runner." He reminded me again. "The consequences could wary. You could be thrown in to the pit, it's like a prison cell of some kind we built or even sent back out there for a whole night. And believe me, no-one ever survived a night in there." I looked at him as if he was telling me the most interesting story I've ever heard. And to be fair he was.

"I can't promise anything." I stated calmly and he just sighed in disagreement shaking his head.