The Glade has been getting more and more comfortable as we go on scavenging. Surviving. Living.  A couple of newbies have shown up and done their rounds of  finding where they belong. Sadly, as we continue surviving, it has come from the cost of many lives. But enough of that. Today is a happy day.

Today was the day we receive a newbie again from the box.

Gladers gathered around the big mechanical box, waiting as the box ascends with our new companion inside, scared enough to klunk himself, but safe and on his or her way. 

We heard the loud alarm all the way until the familiar grinding sound of the box coming to a halt sounded. As Alby and Newt opened the big, wide doors and peered in, we all leaned in to have a look.

"A fat lot of good this shank'll do!'

"You were shuck right about fat, if nothing else!"

"Shuckface pro'lly klunked himself already!"

You peered in, holding Newt's shoulder to keep you steady. There's a little boy, no older than 12 with a dark mound of hair with curly ringlets spread throughout. He looked scared klunkless as he stared at all of the strangers laughing at him, pointing, and staring back with curious glances. 

Pity washed over you like a waterfall.

"Here, let me help you up, Greenie."

You climb down and extend a hand to him as he looks at you with one unmistakable expression.

Hope.

Gratitude.

He held your hand as you hoisted him up, Newt helping both of you out of the box with care. 

"Can you remember your name?"

The boy thought for a second.

"I think I remember Chuck."

You smiled and shook his hand.

"Welcome to the Glade, Chuck."