"Greenie, this is Gwen. Gwen, Greenie," Newt says.
"My name's Thomas, not Greenie."
"Ok," Newt says, walking away. Thomas and you sit on a nearby log. Few seconds of silence pass.
"Where did you come from? What's outside these walls? Do you remember anything?" He says all at once. "Sorry for all the questions. I'm new here and nobody will tell me anything."
"It's fine," you say. "Are you sure you don't remember anything?"
"I don't remember anything. And if I did I would tell you."
"Sorry, I just had to check," you apologize. "Does anyone look familiar to you?"
"No reason, just asking." Silence breaks the conversation. Until, a short boy with brown hair walks up.
"Hey, Thomas," the boy says, looking at Thomas. Then he notices you. "Wait, aren't you the girl that came through the doors at sunset."
"Yeah," you say.
"This is Chuck," Thomas says, slapping the kid on the back.
"The ladies man," Chuck adds.
"I'm sure you are," you say. The bonfire continues for the next hour or so. Conversations sparked with Thomas and Chuck, some with Alby and Minho, but eventually it was time to get some sleep before the early morning.