The sun is beating down on my head. Walls surrounding the group. Vines swaying in the wind. Whilst everybody was working hard to get supplies.
I'm the only girl in this group. The rest are just boys. Thomas, Newt and Minho are the ones I know and trust the most. Well I trust all of them, just some can act a little strange sometimes.
We get new people monthly, but they're only boys. Hopefully a girl comes soon.
A siren starts to blare. It was the crate. The crates this box that comes up out of a hole in the ground, it brings us a few supplies to help us survive and of course a new person. I run over to the hole where everybody was crowded. The box emerges from the ground, Newt jumps on top and opens up the metals latches. Everybody lets out a big gasp. I push through a few people and make my way to the front, looking down into the hole. A girl was lying on the bottom, motionless. Newt picks up a piece of paper and reads it out to us all "She's the last one" He says, confusion filling his face. Minho looks over to me, then back at the girl.
All of a sudden she sits up, while breathing a big gasp, "Thomas" she say before falling back down, motionless once again.
I look over to Thomas, who looked surprisingly calm. "Thomas" I say confused. Thomas shakes his head confused.
It was later that night, we had moved the unknown girl into the 'hospital'. A fire was lit and everybody was sitting around it eating dinner. Thomas and Newt were sitting over the other side talking, and me and Minho were sitting next to each other watching everybody around us. A few people were arguing and most people were yelling. But our fires are usually always loud, so we were all used to it.
I wake up iin the morning to people yelling, "She's awake". Instantly I get up and race over to the 'hospital'. She was sitting upright in her bed. She looked a little shocked. Teresa was her name. Her eyes darted across everybody in the room. Getting used to all of our faces. I walk back outside and head over to the farm to get some crops harvested. A few hours passed by. It was getting near the time where Minho should return. So we all gathered around the entrance.
Minho came staggering up towards the entrance, holding a body. It was Alby. He was moving too slowly, they weren't going to make it. Everybody starts yelling to run. But he couldn't. Thomas looked over at me, then ran in. Just as the walls were closing. Newt tried to grab him. But missed. He was gone.
Nobody ever made it through the night…. Alive.