𝓢𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓯𝔂 》✮ TMR, Newt

077 - Lots of beers

CHAPTER 77
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The three of us separated our ways.

We immediately packed our stuff and Harriet picked us up. We-the immunes and guests-are going to be transferred by car.

The car drive is not going to be long. They just wanted to move to the other side of the mountain for now, to the coast.

I heard Vince saying that their original plan, was to go to another coast. Where there is a more sea.

But for now, they will go to the other side of the mountain. At least we will be a little safer.

Maybe this is our chance of happiness. Maybe this is our chance to live happily ever after with peace, and quiet.

The question is, how can we live peacefully with the fear that one day they will manage to discover our location?

How can we live peacefully when the only thing they want is to find us and the cure?

Is there even a cure at this point?

Voluntarily, I help with packing. Everywhere I can put a hand, I lift boxes with stuff with any strength I have left in me.

My limbs feel heavy. I can't continue walking or even standing any longer.

The moment I step in the car, I lean against the window and soon my eyelids close. I have fallen asleep.

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The sun is setting and I'm glad we settled fast. We didn't move that far away, so we were able to go to the old rhythm quickly.

I am alone again, sitting outside on a log. At least I have my own small tent. Now they've arranged them differently so we do not have trouble with sleeping.

I still will miss Newt being next to me at night. But hopefully, I know he will find a way to sneak in. And now the dangers are little.

As I am sitting alone like usual, someone approaches me.

"Hey shank". Minho walks and stops next to me, resting a hand on my shoulder. "You coming?"

I arch an eyebrow. "Come where?"

He rolls his eyes and snorts. "The bonfire of course".

I try to understand if this is real or not.

Is this a hallucination? There is no way he said bonfire. Maybe I'm in the Glade?

But I look around me and this can't be a false reality. This is real. It is real. It feels like it.

"B-bonfire?" I stammer.

"Yeah-I know it sounds like in the Glade but..". He trails off as his voice lowers. "It's different here". He shrugs. "There is no Gally's piss but actual beer". His face washed over with excitement again.

This convinces me enough that it is real.

"Beer?" I laugh.

"Yeah! Like we will have actual alcohol, not just a mix". He chuckles.

He leans closer. "Don't drink much though". He whispers. "Even though it would be nice to see Newt suffer again". He winks.

My cheeks immediately heat up at the memory. It is one moment in the Glade I can still laugh about.

A nice memory. A funny one.

No deaths, no crying.

Just a night we will continue to laugh with despite how old we get.