*NEWTS POV*
Tommy... He did it. He actually did it. I miss him so much, already and it's only been one bloody day... It's strange how death isn't the end, how you just stare at the sky forever. Forever. Thinking about what you did wrong and wish you could've changed what happened to you. But it's just too bad that I was never sane enough to say goodbye, to thank everyone for keeping me alive for so long... I must be at least 18 years old, even if WICKED did manipulate me and imprison us in the maze. Although, I would've gone insane years earlier if I wasn't there with the other Gladers.
My friends.
I miss them so bloody much... If I could cry, I would. If I could run, even with the agony of my ankle, I would sprint to them. Even if they were on the other side of this Crank filled world I would run, fight, do anything to be with them.
I'm just lucky enough for it to have been me. Imagine what would happen if Thomas wasn't there for the other Gladers, imagine what would happen if they didn't have their leader? If I was still around they wouldn't have him and I'm pretty sure they wouldn't bloody survive without him.
I know I couldn't.
*THOMAS'S POV*
"Thomas?" Brenda shook me slightly but I'm already awake; I've been stressing, half klunking myself, worrying and thinking about them for hours. Thinking about Chuck, Teresa... Newt. I'm so distraught that I can't even feel the anger or hatred anymore. Strangely, I don't even know whether I should bother trying anymore, what else is there? What's the point? A world where there's no Teresa, Newt and Chuck just... it isn't worth it. I don't feel like moving, searching out our new home, talking to anyone. Even eating isn't a priority.
There's nothing left to do.
"Thomas?"
I turned to face her, acting tired as if I'd been sleeping, "Yeah?" I put on a groggily voice.
But she didn't say a thing... There was silence, I could hear the distant snoring of other exhausted and forever traumatised kids. We're just shucking kids. Our new surroundings consisted of a field that seemed to go on forever, with a forest to the left of the hill that Brenda and I were sleeping on top of. There are probably around 40 of us. The worst part is I only know about five of them.
"We made it."
"We made it? Oh yeah..." I had never thought of it like that, we had survived, made it through hell, I lived to see a new world. I lived long enough to feel freedom.
But Newt didn't.
Chuck didn't.
Teresa and billions of people never got this. This opportunity, to start again, literally start the human race.
Oh shuck. How in the name of Frypan's bacon are we supposed to literally begin the human race?
"Hmm, you okay? You seem kind of-"
"I'm fine."
Heyyyy, what do you guys think? I'ts just the beginning so please bare with me (it might change POV a lot)
runnie undies xx