Thomas was running desperately through the maze. Again. He risked a quick glance behind him and saw that the griever chasing him had gained speed. He spun back around and forced his legs to run as fast as they could. "Something's wrong", he realized and glanced down towards his feet. That's when he noticed that he was not going anywhere. His feet were moving with an intense speed that burned his calves but he was not moving forward. Terrified, he turned around again and realized that the griever was upon him, only instead of attacking him it began to morph into something else. The slimy flesh melted away and the menacing, metallic arms clattered to the ground. The griever was gone and in its place stood Teresa.
"Hi Thomas", she whispered. "I'm so sorry". Then she bent down to pick up a knife that had appeared by her feet and threw it straight into Thomas's heart.
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Thomas woke with a start, cool beads of sweat running down the side of his face. He desperately gulped in the cool night air and clutched a hand to his chest. Once he finally managed to calm himself down he looked around and was surprised once again to find himself lying in the soft meadow of grass where the immunes had decided to sleep for the night. To his right he saw Minho spread out a few feet from him and to his left he saw Brenda curled up facing towards him. Her soft breathing and calm presence helped him to relax. The jacket one of the older men had given to her had been tossed off sometime during the night and Thomas noticed the goosebumps covering her arms and her slight shiver. Gingerly he reached across Brenda to grab the jacket and then carefully placed it on top of her. Knowing he was not going to be able to go back to sleep with the fresh memory of his creepy dream, Thomas rolled onto his back and looked up at the giant expanse of stars overhead. He couldn't remember ever seeing such a clear night sky, even during his time in the scorch. A couple minutes later he felt Brenda's soft hand slip into his. He glanced over at her in time to see her smile at him before falling back to sleep. With a small grin spreading across his own face he closed his eyes and fell into a dreamless sleep.
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That was when the screaming began.