Hidden Mysteries

No longer paradise - Thomas

The bulb monsters had been killed instantly. There were so few of them that we killed them instantly. There hasn't been any attack for a couple weeks. But that doesn't mean anything. Minho, along with the few members of the right arm that came with us, and the immunes, set up a patrol schedule.

Thomas found himself thinking about Teresa. What was she trying to say before she died? She had said she was sorry. Thomas had accepted her apology over and over again. He just wished Teresa was there to hear him. But her very last words were what Thomas couldn't figure out. I only ever cared for. What was the only thing Teresa ever care for? It just bothered Thomas so much. He hated himself so much. He had hated his best friend and she had died before Thomas could even think of forgiving her.

"Tom?" Came Brenda's voice. "Tom , are you alright?" Thomas had realized he had doubled over, his head in his hands. Thomas quickly shook his head. No, he wasn't okay. Teresa was dead. Newt was dead. Chuck was dead. He could never be okay, living with any of that. Brenda put her arm around Thomas, kissing his cheek. Thomas pulled away abruptly. "Tom?" Brenda's voice was full of hurt, but Thomas really didn't care. "Brenda. Leave me alone. I don't want to see you. Ever." I hear her breath catch. "Just go away. I don't even know why I liked you in the first place. I miss Teresa." Brenda stalks off.

"EVERYONE! INSIDE THE HOMESTEAD! NOW!" Screamed Minho. But underneath Minho's voice was another sound, one that sent chills down Thomas's spine. It was the familiar whir click of the grievers. Thomas could see the panicked immunes run into the homestead. The remaining gladers and a couple members of The Right Arm stay behind to fight the grievers. "Remember how to kill them!" Thomas shouts. "Reach into their skin and pull out the bulb. And try not do die. We've had enough death for a lifetime."
"Great, We're all bloody inspired," someone calls. Silence. Thomas knew that every single one of them was thinking of their fellow glader, whom they all thought was still alive, past the gone. I was the only one who knew he was dead.

The silence only lasted about fifteen seconds. A battle cry came from one of the immunes and we all charged the grievers, not even bothering to come up with a battle strategy. Thomas jumped and ducked as the mechanical arms on the grievers lashed out at him. The grievers obviously knew that they were all aiming for their deactivation switch, because Thomas noticed them all being careful to face them. There weren't nearly enough people to have two take on one Griever.

A scream sounded and Thomas knew someone had fallen. Not more death, he prayed silently. Please let them just be stung.
Thomas finally managed to get around a Griever, pulling the switch to deactivate it. Thomas was proud of himself for a moment, that he had finally killed the Griever, when a voice behind him said, "You're welcome, you slinthead," Minho was smirking at him from the other side of the dead griever's body. Great. Together, he and Minho, both free of their grievers, circled around, helping deactivate all the preoccupied grievers. In no time, they were all dead. But when Thomas pulled his hand out of the final griever, there was a folded piece of paper in his fist. Thomas hastily whipped the slime off on his pants, and opened the paper. Scrawled across it in messy handwriting that Thomas could barely read were the words:

They will come. Every time she makes a move, they will come.

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And, that's the end of chapter 4. Thanks so much for reading!!!!!