hand in hand.

the maze

Wicked is good.

What's out there?

Thomas, Thomas.

Can you hear me?

Everything is going to change.

As Thomas was frightened by his dream, he shot up as Alby put a hand over his mouth.

Alby: Thomas. Shh. Follow me.

Thomas was visibly confused, as he glanced over at Amra, who was still asleep.

Alby: It's peaceful, isn't it? I know it's hard to believe, but it wasn't always this way. We had dark days. We lost a lot of boys to fear. To panic. We've come far since then. Established order... made peace.

Thomas: Yeah. Why are you telling me this?

Alby: Because you're not like the others.

Amra yawned as she woke up, realising Thomas was not there She panicked and quickly got up, running out to look for him, only to realise he was with Alby.

Alby: You're curious. But you're one of us now. You need to know what that means.

She observed from a distance, intrigued as to what they were doing.

Alby pointed at the wall behind him, as he turned around, stepping closer.

Thomas: What happened to them?

Alby: Like I said... dark days, Thomas.

He grabbed the knife, jamming it into the wall and carving his name into it. As Alby left, Thomas sat there for a while, before noticing someone peeking out from the bushes.

Amra immediately ran away, as Thomas followed her.

She quickly ran into the infirmary, as Thomas was still way behind, he didn't see her run in. He entered the infirmary to see Amra sitting on the chair as she was cleaning up her hands from the dirt.

Thomas: Hey.

She turned around, to seem as if she didn't know he was coming.

Amra: Morning, Thomas! Sleep well?

He nodded as she pulled up another chair next to hers.

Amra: Come, sit!

He smiled lightly as he sat down.

Thomas: Thank you.

Amra: For what?

She furrowed her brows as he explained.

Thomas: I mean, thank you for what you did yesterday.

Amra's cheeks reddened up a bit as she shook her head slightly.

Amra: It's nothing, really. How's your head?

Thomas: It's better.

She smiled as they exchanged a few more words.

The brunette opened her eyes, the sun shining down on them.

She put a hand on her forehead to create a shadow, shielding her eyes from the sun. She turned around as Newt was still asleep. She smiled lightly as she gently tapped his cheek.