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Nobody's Pov-
It's Been a couple days since Kendall died.
She was buried in the deadheads with the other previous Gladers.
Kristina isn't over Kendalls death, but she doesn't really cry about it anymore. The Gladers are there for her, and are careful not to trigger anything around her.
The things Kendall said before she died has put Alby in a trance of thoughts.
Kristina's Pov-
The alarm for the box blared through the glade in its annoying pitch and volume.
When most of the Gladers gathered around, the Glade fell silent once again.
Gally and another Glader opened the box, which had all the usual supplies in it, I impatiently jumped into the box and grabbed one of the smaller boxes and passed it up to a Glader nearby.
Gally, Mia, Alby and I were getting most of the supplies out when Gally suddenly stopped.
I went over to him and Mia which was like five steps away from me... To see all he stopped for was an envelope.
"What its its?" Mia piped up
"Paper" I said flatly
Gally glared at me as if I'd just transformed into Thomas.
"It's a letter, from the creators" Gally said, examining the letter.
"Well, open it" Alby said from the other corner of the box.
Gally did as Alby ordered and as soon as he did, a look of confusion washed over his face.
I slowly grab it from his hands and read it myself out loud.
"Hello, as you call yourself Gladers.
Sorry for the inconvenience of the doors not closing, problems were occurring back at our energy station and everything stopped working, as you might have observed, things like lights, kitchen machinery, the walls not changing and of course, the doors not closing.
Sorry for any inconvenience,
-W.I.C.K.E.D
I handed the paper to Alby, who made his way over to us while I read the letter.
He was fuming with anger, probably because of their empty and emotionless apologies.
I climbed out of the box and went over to a shaded part of the Glade where Chuck was chatting the hell out of Thomas and Newt.
I sat in front of them and Chuck scooted next to me, I stared at him suspiciously but it faded when he hugged me. I hugged him back as I started to realise that the last few days were painful for me, but it would've been scary as hell for him.
Seconds later, he pulled away from the hug and went back to his original spot next to Thomas and Newt.
"How you doin?" Thomas asked as I picked at the flowers in the ground. "Been better.." I mumbled, not looking up. "At least she's not slaving away in Frypans Kitchen..." Newt added.
"But now, won't he be lonely?" Chuck asked innocently.
"Well you can help Frypan if it bothers you so much" I said as I tied and connected the flowers together in a daisy chain.
"Maybe, I don't think he'd trust me that much though.." When he stopped talking completely, I placed the flower crown I'd just made on his head. "There you go princess" Thomas commented.
"I'm sure he'd trust you enough to make a bloody sandwich" Newt said.
"Yeah, that could be your specialty for all we know" I added as I started at a new daisy chain. Thomas had started copying my actions and when he was finished, chuck deadpanned "that's a crap crown.."
"Shut it!" He playfully snapped. "Why are you being so mean to me? It's not like you made yours!" Thomas wined like a child, making everyone laugh.
I haven't laughed in a while..
•TIME SKIP•
7 weeks Later
Gotta Wait Till
NEXT CHAPTER
MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, God I'm evil...
