The Glade Walker

Chapter 5

Thomas is standing right in front of Shailene. 'Is that Thomas?' Shailene asks herself. "Excuse me. Shailene, I need to talk to you. Now."
"Who are you?" Shailene asked, even though she knew the answer.
"My name is Thomas. Please come with me." Thomas looked to Newt, and Newt nodded. "You can trust Tommy. He's a good shank." Newt said. Shailene remembered something: accents. Newt had a cute British one, and Alby's slanged kind of, and Thomas's sounded just like hers; the word American popped into her head.
"Okay, but make it fast. I like the fire."
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Thomas leads you over to the Homestead.
"Sorry to rush this, but can I ask you a question?" Thomas asks, quickly and perky.
"Um, sure. What is it?"
"Have you had any- dreams? Like, bits and pieces about your past? Anything at all. No one here dreams, and I want to know if you do." Thomas asks. Shailene doesn't know whether to tell him. Newt's words echoed through her mind; You can trust Tommy. Thats all you needed.
"Um, yes I have, actually. And, the strangest part, you were in it. And there was this voice, a woman's voice, saying the phrases; Shailene, Shailene Wicked is good, and other things. What does it mean. And why were you there?"
"Well, Shailene, Ive had the exact same thing. Except I saw you, and the voice was saying Thomas instead of Shailene."
"And none of the other Gladers have these... Flashbacks?" Shailene asks.
"No. Ive asked every single one of them myself. Its only us." Thomas replies.
"Why are we different?" Shailene wonders out loud.
"I dont know, but it may be a key to get us out of here." Thomas said, seeming to zone out.
"Maybe." Was all Shailene could say.
"Well, sorry to disturb your celebration. I hope its been fun." And with that, Thomas got up and walked out of the room.
"And Shailene," Thomas started. "Dont tell anyone about this." And he walked away, towards the fire.