Promises In Mourning ☆ Gally - TST

Where is the Alcohol?

The gladers and I set up camp for the night at an old shipwreck in the sand, finally being able to sit down and rest for a moment felt amazing. Almost like heaven. Aris started a fire up with some pieces of wood that we found in a shipping container that was half-buried by the mass amount of sand. The lights of the fire danced across the sky that had a setting sun as the night began to take over. Aris walks back to the group where we all sat around the fire and adds some pieces of wood to the fire. He took his seat beside me and sighed.

"I thought we were supposed to be immune," Minho broke the long silence.

"Not all of us are... I guess," Teresa chimes in.

I have this overwhelming thought of turning into one of those things. Am I immune? How do you tell even? I do not want to die like that, turning into one of those things that have no sliver of humanity and would not hesitate to kill the people I love without a second thought. I glance down to my arm that is clad in my leather jacket, and I grips the sleeve tightly and pulls it as far as it possibly can go down. What if I am not immune and then I get someone else infected who isn't immune either. I need to tell the group about this.

"If Winston can get infected we should assume so can the rest of us," Newt says seriously to which my stomach churns in fear.

"I never thought I would say this, but I miss the glade," Fry says as a tear rolls down his cheek. My eyes water as I nod along with his statement. I rather go against grievers than those things. The things that killed Winston.

I miss every aspect of the glade. The beauty of the torturous place, the freedom of running in the killer maze, the full-hearted laughs I had, and most importantly, the gladers. Especially, Gally.

I wiped the few tears that had fallen and stood from my spot beside Aris. I dusted my pants off to rid them of the sand and walked away from the group. I found a new seat a couple of feet away from the others and focused on the hundreds of miles of sand that waits ahead of us.

More tears fell silently while I thought of Gally and how he would have loved the thousands of stars that glimmer in the sky. Gally would have drawn them into his sketchbook with great talent.

Not even seconds after I had taken a seat, someone sits beside me. I look over to see Minho.

"Hey," he mutters nervously, fidgeting with his hands.

"Hi," I mumble barely loud enough for him to even hear me from where he sits. I glance back ahead of me to the view. Taking great interest in the darkness in front of us.

"You okay?" He asks genuinely.

"Aren't the stars beautiful?" I ask, avoiding his question, looking up at the tiny sparkles of light that scattered the void of darkness above.

"...yeah... they are," Minho agrees. I feel his gaze on the side of my face rather than the stars above as he says his words.

"I want this to just be a nightmare. I want this to end and just wake back up at home," I mutter my thoughts aloud.

"Home?" He asks confused.

"Home. With my family," I explain.

"Well, Fry, Newt, Teresa, Thomas, and I are here. And Aris too."

"Yeah. But, not Ben, not Chuck, not Clint, not Zart, not Alby, not Jeff, not Jack, not Winston... not Gally," I say each name slowly, I take a deep breath as Gally's name leaves my lips.

"I'm sorry, Finley," Minho's voice shook. "I really am."

"I can't stop thinking about him. His name crosses my mind almost every second along with all of the other glader's names. Each and every single one of them. I miss them all," I sniffle, using the end of my sleeve to wipe my nose. "We finally escaped the maze, but with what costs? I miss Ben. I miss Clint. I miss Zart. I miss Jeff. I miss Alby. I miss Chuck. And I miss Gally so much- maybe if I just had kept my promises, Gally could still be here with me, Alive. We are just kids. They were my friends, no, they were my family. And they have died in the stupid maze because of W.C.K.D. And all for what? Our lives are just for an experiment. We are only ever seen as an experiment to them and nothing else. That is shucking messed up."