Chapter 5

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Newt kicked a gun out of one of the dead guards hand. Thomas seemed to break down on the inside. Being crushed even more knowing that he sat here, worked here with these people that did all of this. Teresa was tearing up as well. Thomas pressed a button on one of the electronic sims. A  screen lit up on the other side of the room. It was a woman. She explained about the sun and a virus called the flare. It destroys your brain, other wise known as the Killzone. When the screen shut off, it became dark again. Somehow, I believed WICKED, partly. I believed that there was a flare virus and the sun scorched the earth. I also believed that this was just the beginning. I haven't been in here that long, but I've been in here long enough to know that WICKED always has something up their sleeves. "Woah.. Gally." I spin on my heel and see Gally. What is he doing here? "He's been stung." Teresa warns us. He is shaking and I can see his vains turning dark purple. "Gally, we did it. We can leave." Thomas says. He's shaking too. He must see something I don't. "We can't leave. You think your safe out there?" Gally starts shouting. He pulls up a gun. Thomas starts to shake even more, cause the gun was placed right in front of him. I close my eyes as I hear a shot and a gasp. Someone falls. It's Gally. He has a spear in his chest. Thomas looks fine, but I'm the first one to see where the bullet went. "Thomas!! It's Chuck." I yell. His shirt is growing with blood. He gasps. "Take it. Take it Thomas." He shoves something into Thomas's hand. Chuck stops breathing. I don't hold back the tears. Newt comes over and wraps his arms around me and I cry on his shoulder. I don't think about anything else. Thomas is still yelling when they come in to get us. They have to drag him out. There is so much sand outside. They file us in to the helicopter. I rest my head on newt's shoulder. We don't talk or sleep. We sit there, we know its not over, buy the worst part is. We don't know what's coming.

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