The Last One
Chapter One
Thomas woke with a start, all the pain and suffering from the day before flooding back to him. He snapped to attention and shoved his boots on his sweaty feet. His watch told him that it was about four o'clock in the morning. Before Thomas really knew what was happening, he sprinted outside, as far away as he could go without letting the camp out of sight. Completely losing it, he screamed. Screamed, and yelled, and cried as loud as he could.
"She died for me! I couldn't trust her but she loved me enough to place herself in danger and die!" Thomas sobbed, not even caring if anyone heard him now.
"Thomas! Thomas, what the klunk is wrong?" Brenda panted as she came running up to him. He tried explaining through sobs, but he couldn't talk.
"Is this about Teresa? Thomas, unless one of you had grown legs even longer than yours are now, neither of you would've made it. It's ok. We're safe now." Brenda cooed, trying to calm him down.
Thomas nodded his head, and they walked back to camp hand and hand.
The next day was filled with hard, tedious work. The boys/men did all of the heavy lifting, like getting wood for small houses and lifting rocks to build a sort of wall around their camp. The others mostly found food, searched for fresh water, and built campfires.
"We really must miss the Maze if we're living surrounded by walls again!" Aris laughed.
"I think it's a good idea. We don't really know what's out here," Minho said. He had taken control after they got to their new home, making different groups such as a security squad and food search parties.
The Gladers and Group B were put into camps gender-wise. Thomas was with Gally, Minho, and Jorge. Brenda had been put with Sonya, Harriet, and another girl from the last group Wicked had made named Jessi.
When the Gladers found enough firewood for all the fires, the girls made a dinner of chicken, some beets they had found, and a weird berry mix they made out of non-poisonous fruits and berries.
"Good night, Brenda. Sleep tight, don't let the beddy bugs bite!" Thomas laughed, walking back to his tent.
"What?" Brenda asked.
"Nothing. Good night."
