THOMAS POV
The last two weeks have been a blur. It was almost like I was sleepwalking through out it all. It almost reminded me of the third phase of the trials. An endless routine of nothingness.
Sleep. Eat. Work. Eat more. Work more. Eat again. Sleep Again. Repeat.
A routine that will eventually drive you crazy, but never does
I can feel it. The emotions that I've managed to shrink down through these trials and deaths and the never-ending fear of surviving. They're threatening to explode. Minho is the same. At least I think he is. To be honest I haven't taken much notice. So is Frypan. Maybe.
Nothing really matters now that they're gone.
Other immunes have taken charge. Like Minho. They Assigned us jobs like in the glade. I'm a builder. I get told what to do and I do it. It doesn't require much thinking, so it's good for me.
Brenda has been good. She makes sure I do simple tasks and that I'm doing well enough. I think she understands that I just want to be left alone sometimes but she still makes sure that I know she cares. I appreciate it, I really do. But I can see the pity in her eyes. I know she feels sorry for me. I want to show her that I really care about her as well but everything is just too raw. And when I think of Teresa I push her away.
But I'll keep going.
Because that's all I know how to do.
Everything is just too big to process right now.
MINHO POV
That slinthead is in a bad condition. But I can't say I'm living the dream myself.
I've distracted myself with helping the community. The second we stepped into this place I assigned people jobs and parts. I knew Thomas didn't want any part in it. I could tell he was done with thinking for a while.
Ever since we escaped from both of WICKED's shuck trials things have gone from bad to worse. From finding out that Newt had the flare and him going jacked on us. Then the right arm also being shucked in the head. The torture just goes on and on.
Things are ok. Nothing's really processing. We've lost so many.
Sometimes while I'm working I expect to hear Newt's level-headed comments keeping everyone calm when I'm making decisions with the committee, or Chuck to come over and annoy me with a stupid question. Even to look over at Thomas to see him staring at Teresa and Teresa staring at him making faces at each other, obviously talking telepathically.
Sometimes when I'm lying in bed I think about what Newt might be doing. I wonder whether he can still remember me or for another fact remember anything. I imagine what his face looks like right now. His head is probably jacked right now, past gone and unrecognisable. I can't bear to imagine it. Sometimes when the thoughts get too horrifying I wonder if it would have been better to kill him and put him out of his misery.
Our lives sure are a pile of klunk.
Everything is just too big to process right now.
A/N
A little insight of what's happening in "paradise".
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THE AFTERMATH (after the death cure)
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