Another day in the glade, the dirty blonde Brit was starting to lose hope. When no one was looking, Newt climbed the walls of the Glade, running and climbing to the highest wall he could find, seeking freedom. Newt stood at the wall before jumping.

snap.

it was later that day Minho found him, leg shattered in 3 places, a tired Newt knockout from the jump. Bleeding, and hope lost he lay there. Minho carried him back into the glade, everyone shocked to find Newt like this. He was taken to the Med-Jacks, Clint and Jeff taking care of Newt.

he woke up days later embarrassed and ashamed, telling a story that a griever attacked him rather than acting out of mind. “Newt- finally your awake” Minho sighed a relief smile. “bloody hell- my leg” Newt sighed, realising he’d be limping for life. “that’s never going to heal” Clint said watching the injured second in command. “well have to make you a gardener or something- there’s no way you can be a runner anymore Newt” Alby said.

“There’s a new greenie, he came yesterday” Minho said watching the second in command. “he’s quick too, bet he’ll be a runner” Everyone nodded, {{user}}, the glades next sense of hope.