Chapter 4
The familiar screams began in the early hours of the morning.
It had begun.
Shortly after the encounter with Jorge had happened – Thomas was rushed into the room next to Brenda, where his injuries were tendered to. He was not in the best of moods to leave her, nor was he in the best of moods to have his cheekbone broken and one of his ribs broken too. He wasn't allowed to leave until the following the day – and after protesting consistently – he had been sedated and put to sleep.
Fortunately, there were plenty of medical supplies available. One of the Gladers had found a truckload of them in the forest shortly after they arrived through the Flat Trans. Attached to the big box of medical supplies, was a note that simply read 'Stay safe – Chancellor Paige'. This wasn't the only help they received either, the lady had kindly left boxes of clothes, food rations, and other basic supplies too.
Thomas had wondered how the lady had managed to prepare them for the group – but he had no reason to question it.
The box of supplies also fortunately contained the serum needed if a Griever stung someone. Gladers were perplexed as to why it would be needed. After all, they were meant to be in paradise.
The events of yesterday must have changed their opinion.
The screams continued – stirring Thomas from his sleep. He was weak, far from his full strength.
He was far from being happy too.
Bright, blinding lights; loud, piercing screams; a dreadful, painful wailing.
Thomas couldn't listen to Brenda going through it. He felt tears welling in his eyes – he never got to hear what she thought of him after all that. Now she may never feel the same about him again.
Thomas managed to find the strength to bury his head underneath his pillow, attempting to drown out the sounds as much as possible.
Ironically, they just seemed to get louder.
They weren't just now screams now either…she was screaming something.
A word
Or was it a name?
He heard it clearly now.
She was screaming for him.