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Alby
pointed
down
at
the
doors
.
"
This
here
's
the
Box
.
Once
a
month
,
we
get
a
Newbie
like
you
,
never
fails
.
Once
a
week
,
we
get
supplies
,
clothes
,
some
food
.
Ai
n't
needin
'
a
lot
--
pretty
much
run
ourselves
in
the
Glade
.
"
Thomas
nodded
,
his
whole
body
itching
with
the
desire
to
ask
questions
.
I
need
some
tape
to
put
over
my
mouth
,
he
thought
.
"
We
do
n't
know
jack
about
the
Box
,
you
get
me
?
"
Alby
continued
.
"
Where
it
came
from
,
how
it
gets
here
,
who
's
in
charge
.
The
shanks
that
sent
us
here
ai
n't
told
us
nothin
'
.
We
got
all
the
electricity
we
need
,
grow
and
raise
most
of
our
food
,
get
clothes
and
such
.
Tried
to
send
a
slinthead
Greenie
back
in
the
Box
one
time
--
thing
would
n't
move
till
we
took
him
out
.
"
Thomas
wondered
what
lay
under
the
doors
when
the
Box
was
n't
there
,
but
held
his
tongue
.
He
felt
such
a
mixture
of
emotions
--
curiosity
,
frustration
,
wonder
--
all
laced
with
the
lingering
horror
of
seeing
the
Griever
that
morning
.
Alby
kept
talking
,
never
bothering
to
look
Thomas
in
the
eye
.
"
Glade
's
cut
into
four
sections
.
"
He
held
up
his
fingers
as
he
counted
off
the
next
four
words
.
"
Gardens
,
Blood
House
,
Homestead
,
Deadheads
.
You
got
that
?
"
Thomas
hesitated
,
then
shook
his
head
,
confused
.
Alby
's
eyelids
fluttered
briefly
as
he
continued
;
he
looked
like
he
could
think
of
a
thousand
things
he
'd
rather
be
doing
right
then
.
He
pointed
to
the
northeast
corner
,
where
the
fields
and
fruit
trees
were
located
.
"
Gardens
--
where
we
grow
the
crops
.
Water
's
pumped
in
through
pipes
in
the
ground
--
always
has
been
,
or
we
'd
have
starved
to
death
a
long
time
ago
.
Never
rains
here
.
Never
.
"
He
pointed
to
the
southeast
corner
,
at
the
animal
pens
and
barn
.
"
Blood
House
--
where
we
raise
and
slaughter
animals
.
"
He
pointed
at
the
pitiful
living
quarters
.
"
Homestead
--
stupid
place
is
twice
as
big
than
when
the
first
of
us
got
here
because
we
keep
addin
'
to
it
when
they
send
us
wood
and
klunk
.
Ai
n't
pretty
,
but
it
works
.
Most
of
us
sleep
outside
anyway
.
"
Thomas
felt
dizzy
.
So
many
questions
splintered
his
mind
he
could
n't
keep
them
straight
.
Alby
pointed
to
the
southwest
corner
,
the
forest
area
fronted
with
several
sickly
trees
and
benches
.
"
Call
that
the
Deadheads
.
Graveyard
's
back
in
that
corner
,
in
the
thicker
woods
.
Ai
n't
much
else
.
You
can
go
there
to
sit
and
rest
,
hang
out
,
whatever
.
"
He
cleared
his
throat
,
as
if
wanting
to
change
subjects
.
"
You
'll
spend
the
next
two
weeks
working
one
day
apiece
for
our
different
job
Keepers
--
until
we
know
what
you
're
best
at
.
Slopper
,
Bricknick
,
Bagger
,
Track-hoe
--
somethin
'll
stick
,
always
does
.
Come
on
.
"
