"𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪."
When Thalia wakes up in the lift, the only thing she can remember is her name. She's surrounded by strangers-boys whose memories are also gone.
She awakes with another girl as wel...
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Thalia would speechless. Everything would be different now. No sun, no supplies, no protection from the Grievers. Teresa had been right from the beginning—everything had changed. Thalia felt as if her breath had solidified, lodged itself in her throat.
Alby pointed at Teresa. "I want her locked up. Now. Billy! Jackson! Put her in the Slammer, and ignore every word that comes out of her shuck mouth."
Teresa and Thalia didn't react, but Thomas did. "What're you talking about? Alby, you can't—" he stopped when Alby's fiery eyes shot such a look of anger at Thomas even Thalia felt her heart stutter.
This time Thalia spoke, "But . . . How could you possibly blame her for the walls not closing?"
Newt stepped up, lightly placed a hand on Alby's chest and pushed him back. "How could we not, Thalia? She bloody admitted it herself."
Thalia turned to look at Teresa, paled at the sadness in her blue eyes. It felt like something had reached through her chest and squeezed her heart.
"Just be glad you ain't going with her, Thalia," Alby said; he gave both of them one last glade before leaving. Thalia had never wanted so badly to lunch someone
So she did, Alby stumbled to floor, but Newt caught him. Alby scowled, then walked away.
Billy and Jackson came forward and grabbed Teresa by both arms, started escorting her away.
Before they could enter the trees, though, Newt stopped them. "Stay with her. I don't care what happens, no one's gonna touch this girl. Swear your lives on it."
The two guards nodded, then walked away, Teresa in tow. It hurt Thalia even more to see how willingly she went. And she couldn't believe how sad she felt—she wanted them to keep talking to her.
Come see me, she said in their minds. Thalia and Thomas looked at each-other, before Thalia responded.
We will.
At least you'll be safe in there, Thomas said.
She didn't respond.
Teresa?
Nothing.
The next thirty minutes were an eruption of mass confusion.
Though there had been no discernible change in the light since the sun and blue sky hadn't appeared that morning, it still felt like a darkness spread over the Glade.
As Newt and Alby gathered the Keepers and put them in charge of making assignments and getting their groups inside the Homestead within the hour, Thalia felt like nothing more than a spectator, not sure how she could help.
The builders—without their leader, Gally, who was still missing—were ordered to put up barricades at each open door; they obeyed, although Thalia knew there wasn't enough time and there weren't materials to do much good. It seemed to him as if the Keepers wanted people guys, wanted to delay the inevitable panic attacks.
