Edge of Insanity

Chapter Nineteen

I slept through the entire afternoon and into the evening. It was around nine when I finally awoke to Minho slamming the door to my shack. "Sorry, I tried to be quiet."

I looked at him groggily for a second or two before seeing the plate of food in his hand. As if on cue, my stomach growled and I sat up. "Well I needed to wake up anyways."

Minho came to sit beside me, handing me the plate of food. The smell of the cooked vegetables, chicken and rice was so good I almost moaned out loud. I picked up the fork and stabbed a piece of meat. It melted in my mouth, warm and buttery and delicious. I ate another bite. "What have you found so far?"

Minho tugged off his shoes. "It's going to take longer than we expected. Comparing one section to seven others, we can do it. It's just gonna take a little bit."

"We need to get more Gladers to help." I chewed on a piece of broccoli.

"I already told Alby and he's rounding up more people for tomorrow." He rubbed his face, looking just as tired as I had felt this morning. He started to say something else but I shook my head. "You need to sleep. You can tell me later, okay?"

And for once in his life, Minho didn't argue. He just laid down next to me and closed his eyes. I continued to eat my dinner, glad Minho was finally getting some rest.

But it didn't last very long.

Thirty seconds later the door burst open. I jolted in the bed and then winced, grabbing at my broken ribs. Minho sat up beside me. "What the hell?"

A girl stumbled through, panting with her hands on her knees. She wore a light blue shirt and her nearly black hair was loose around her face. Grey pants tucked into brown boots and the most cerulean eyes I'd ever seen. She opened her mouth to say something but before she could I said the first word that popped into my mind.

"Teresa."

She froze, a confused look flitting across her face. It probably mirrored the look on my own, I realized.

"Yeah... that's me."

"How the hell..." I trailed off. Nobody had told me her name, I was positive. So how had I known what is was?

Minho was looking between me and Theresa, obviously just as confused as the both of us. "I thought you said you hadn't met her."

"I haven't. And nobody told me her name was Teresa either. At least not that I can remember..."

"Okay, well we can sort that out later." The girl impatiently tapped on the door. "Thomas needs you both. Right now."

Thomas was was in the Deadheads. I had no clue why he was back there so late at night but I was already pissed from being kept awake and having to walk across nearly the whole Glade.

"This had better be shucking important," Minho muttered as if he could read my thoughts. I didn't miss the dirty look Teresa shot him. Apparently they didn't get along. I mean, Minho tended to piss a lot of people off but he seemed to annoy Teresa more than usual.

Whatever, she was the greenie and we'd been here three years. She could suck it up.

"It is," she told him, pausing, almost waiting to pick a fight with him. But Minho didn't say anymore. I brushed my good hand- well not so good now being as I punched Gally in the face- against his and he glanced at me in the leaking moonlight. I offered him a half smiled, still exhausted and he responded as best he could.

Then the trees broke before us and we were in a small clearing. Thomas's back was to us and he was kneeling on the ground. At the sound of our approach, he stood and turned.

"Thomas, you shank, there had better be..." Minho trailed off as he looked around the Deadheads.

Or rather what was left of it.

Every single grave and every single marker had been destroyed.