A/N: So we literally went straight from writing a note from book one to here, so we just want you to know that if you haven't read book one go back and read Cheating Death, and I'm writing with a partner, she apparently is a "Socially Awkward Potato", so please ignore her obsessions with potatoes, because it's gone over the top. Also instead of posting daily like last time, we will be posting once a week! Let's get on with "Socially Awkward Potatoes" note.
GA/N: Thank you Holly Grail Newt prayer :3 (A/N: What?) So I don't really know what to say to I'm going to be straightforward and say that I'm excited to see what the end product is :P
-By the Socially Awkward Potato
Chapter 1: I'm back!
Recap people! So let's start with Teresa death, where we thought Newt died. So Newt got shot in the head, but somehow survived. Teresa died from blood loss from a boulder, and then Brenda was like I'm so sorry Thomas… anyways, then I got all grumpy at the Safe Haven, then we went on a mission to save Newt after Rat Man gave it away. We got back after our little reunion then we are like, wait! Isn't Janson still on a murder mission?
Well, surprise! We aren't sure. WICKED hasn't acted up in months. But, we don't know what could happen. Today, I'm finally going to get off my lazy butt and cross out Newt's name off the grave in front of the beach. Newt tagged along too, so the others will quit accusing newt of being a zombie.
"I didn't mean it! I-I…" Newt would protest and then shutter of the thought of it being on purpose.
"Tommy?" He said as we walked down the beach. "I don't feel like I belong here."
"You do. They just don't realize it yet." I said and put my arm around his shoulder and walk down the beach some more.
"It just doesn't feel right." Newt looked down, then at me. His dirty blonde hair blowing in all directions from the wind.
"Newt, you have to get used to it. Stop second guessing yourself." We stop in front of the grave in the sand. I get out my knife and hand it to Newt. "You should do it. It's your name after all."
He laughed a little and bent down to cross out his name. It took about five to ten minutes because he wanted to make sure his name wasn't' visible on the grave anymore. We walked the beach some more, not eager to head back to the village. Newt's shift was-nothing. The shock of Newt coming back was startling to the Safe Haven. In fact, they thought we were going on a death mission.
"Have you heard of the rumor that's going around?" Newt said, a sad tone in his voice. "Everyone still thinks I have the Flare. Brenda, Jorge, Minho, Frypan, and you are really the only one who still thinks I'm sane."
"Well, at least you have us than no one." I said.
"I guess you're right." Newt said, a small smile forming on his face, but his smile quickly faded. "But it would still be nice to know that I'm appreciated." He stared off at the ocean.
I looked down, and kicked some of the soft, pale-sand. We sat and stared at the ocean. Everything was silent except for the waves crashing against the rocks up ahead.
Minho's footsteps were heard behind us, and we turned around. "Hey dudes." He said and joined us on the sand. "Just wanted to say, Brenda is looking for you at the grave." I noticed that we walked so far down the beach that I couldn't see the grave anymore.
"I should go. You guys can have your bro time." I said and ran to the grave. I haven't ran in months, so my legs weren't used to the movement again. It gave me cramps, and I was panting a lot. Wow, I didn't know it was that effective if you don't run a lot.
"There you are!" Brenda said and turned around.
"You-you cut your hair!" It was a little above shoulder length, and her hair was a straight deep-brown.
"Yeah, have you not noticed? I've had it cut it for months." Brenda said, furrowing her brows.
"No. Sorry." I said, a little taken back.
"Are you OK?" Brenda said.
"Yeah, just-just Newt's-" I shrugged but she silenced me.
"Stop it with Newt. You've been so concerned with Newt that you forgot that you have shifts, and the obvious things around you. You have to let go, and let him live his life. You're not his mom." Brenda took her hand off my mouth, and beckoned me back to the village. People cleared a path for us as we walked.
"You kinda have this problem where you can't walk away from people. Even when you should." She continued as we walked.
"Yeah, you've told me that. Where are we going?" I said, dodging a hanging pan as we cut through the kitchen. Frypan waved at me. I wave back and jogged a little to keep up. Even though she was shorter than me, I still had to jog to keep up sometimes, because she would take long fast strodes. Then Brenda stopped so abruptly I almost fell over her. We stopped at the of a hill, overlooking an abandoned city.
"Brenda, why are you showing me this." I asked.
She looked up at me, then looked back out at the city. "That Los Angeles."
"Isn't that far away?" I ask.
"It's the cities right below it. Rossmoor, Cypress, Seal Beach, and more. But I consider it apart of Los Angeles. It's sad. These people, lost to the Flare."
"Brenda, where are you going with this?" I shifted from foot to foot uncomfortably.
"We have all of this syurum in our hands. And we are only using it for Newt." She said, still staring out at the city. "Maybe, we could make more. Sell it to cities."
"There are no more cities."
"No, but there are little abandoned ones with people not passed the gone. We could help them, and build more Safe Havens like this one. Thomas, it's time we act for good, instead of taking care of ourselves for once." Brenda finally looked up at me, waiting for my answer.
"Brenda, you're a munie. I'm a munie. We are all munies! You're leaving that part out. They hate us!" I protest.
"We could change that! Please, for Teresa." She looked at me with big puppy eyes.
I didn't know my decision. I sat on the hill, Brenda still waiting patiently for my answer. I knew my answer. It was the right choice. I just knew it. I didn't feel it in my brain, it was my heart.