~|Charge|~ Thomas

Chapter 6: No Matter What

Linnea awoke up from the light shining down on her and the sound of the doors that stood before her opening up once again, showing that the new day had started. The doors did open again. She would get out of there. With her back pressed against the cold, stone walls that were in front of the opening to the glade, Linnea pushed herself up with her small hands. Greeting her, was the friendly face of Chewie, jumping up on her as if he had been waiting there all night.

Linnea was easily dragged back into the empty place she was to call home. But she was almost afraid of it. She had been stuck in a place with Grievers trying to kill her all night. She made a new rule for herself, same as the promise she made herself the night before: She would never, never ever go back in the maze at night.

Once Linnea had been dragged back into the glade, she knew that she needed to start making some sort of shelter and a fire if she wanted to live there. Good thing she was provided with matches. That would help with the fire, but there was nothing that would help her with the shelter. Only the wood and nails, with the machete and hammer; but before she was to start building a shelter, she took the machete, and pointed it at the stone walls that kept the dividing of the maze. On the wall, she wrote her name, claiming the place as her own. She was a glader. Linnea. Linnea was a glader. That was all she could remember being, and for now, that was all she was.

As she backed up and looked onto the wall with her name carved into it, the young girl sighed. This was it. She was going to have to survive there alone. Just her. And Chewie.

Looking back to the supplies she had piled up, the hungry girl first tried to find some food. If she was going to make anything she first was going to have to eat something. In the first box, the first thing that she saw was an apple. Instantly, that was what she went for. As she bit into the juicy red apple, her taste buds went into an explosion. It was like she hadn't eaten in so long. It tasted so good.

Next, she needed to make a shelter. Gathering up all the wood, Linnea worked for hours making her poor excuse for a shelter. As the brunette hit the last nail into the wood, she hit her hand with the hammer, she exclaimed, "Ah, shuck it!" she yelled in pain. Shuck. That word sounded odd coming out of her mouth. Kind of interesting. Not exactly a curse word. It was her own slang. Glader slang. Surely she would even make up more of her own slang as time went on. IF she even did live past that.

Chewie came up and licked the girl in the face. She smiled petting the lovable dog as sounds from in front of them resembled the same from the night before. The doors closing, keeping them from the dangers of the premises of the maze, enclosing them into the glade. That was where they were. That was where they lived. That was their home.

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At W.I.C.K.E.D. everyone was going crazy, including Thomas. He had only waited one day, and yet it felt like forever. He was going to see Linnea. She would be sleeping and unconscious, but he would see her again. Every one of their friends missed her. Minus Teresa. She didn't even have to say that she was happy Linnea was gone, though. She only expressed it with the smile on her face when someone mentioned it.

Minho and Newt nearly cried hearing the news. Alby's face had gone into a stone cold expression of anger and confusion, while Chuck, the boy who adored the older girl so much, immediately burst into tears. They all missed her dearly, but no one missed her as much as Thomas did. He spent most of his time crying and scolding himself. He refused to do any work on the place the girl he loved was trapped in. He just couldn't. Not until he saw her, safe. She needed to be safe.

Thomas was ready with his jacket on as Ava Paige came and brought the boy into the room, where they had access to the maze, rather than put them up in the box like all of the kids would have to endure through.