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Sam
"It's the box, its not going down!"
My eyes grow wide. Without the box we don't get food, water and other supplies. We could all starve to death when the animls are eaten and the crops are harvested... leaving no seeds to plant again.
"What?" Minho asks, after awhile.
"You heard me." Newt gulps.
"Does Alby know?"
Newts nods, "The while shucking glade knows!"
"Oh." Minho sighs.
"There is a gathering in 10 minutes, Minho, I need you to be there. It's a keepers meeting so sorry Sam but you can't come - Chuck and Thomas and a few other gladers can't come either." Newt explains.
Minho nods his head. "See you later, Sam."
"Okay, see you soon." I wave at Minho as he and Newt walk off the the gathering hut.
I walk over to Chuck and Thomas's hammocks. "Hey Sam!" Chuck greets me as I sit down on some grass at the end of the two boys hammocks.
"Hello, Chuck." I reply, Thomas grumbles a quiet hello.
"I cant believe the box isn't going down... What are we going to do?" Chuck rambles, concern written on his face.
"Alby will figure something out." I assure him, but deep inside me I fear something worse is to come.
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Alby
"What are we going to do?"
"We might die of starvation!"
"Alby? Alby!"
"SILENCE!" I roar, the keepers go quiet. "I know we are all confused, I know we could die of starvation. But seriously guys, I can't have a riot."
"I agree." Newt says in his thick British accent. "What do you think we should do? Starting with Winston:"
"In my opinion, we should all turn into cannibals and eat the people we think are strange, like Sam and Thomas, maybe Chuck because he is annoying!" Winston suggests.
"What the shuck?" I exclaim "That is a terrible idea, Winston!" Winston shrugs.
"Zart the Fart, any ideas?" Newt asks.
"Uhh... We could ration our food, grow more crops?" Zart says.
"Good that." I smile.
"Robert?"
"We could send someone down the boxhole and teach those creators a lesson." Robert suggests.
"Hmm, we could try it - but its your idea so you can do it."
Robert gulps, "Okay."
"Decision made, we ration foods, grow more crops, fatten up the animals and, finally, send Robert down the boxhole and teach the creators a lesson." I explain.
"Good that, lets get Robert some rope then." Newt demands.
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Sam
I look over to the box. A crowd has formed around it. Is there a new person? Has the box gone down? I think as I join the crowd for some answers. I see Minho in the crowd and jog up to him. "Whats going on?" I ask.
"Robert is going down the boxhole to teach the creators a lesson." He answers "I know its a stupid idea but it could work."
"Which one is Robert?"
"That one," Minho points to a tall, skinny ginger boy around the age of 17.
"Oh."
"ONE... TWO... THREE" Alby yells, as Robert begins to climb down into the box, squeezing through the gap where the box edge and wall meet.
He decends into the darkness below. The boy's keep feeding the rope down the hole as Robert keeps climbing further and further into the black abyss. "Wait guys! I see something!" Robert yells up.
"What is it?" Alby yells back.
"Its a-" Robert is cut off by scratching sound. A loud, ear-piercing scream erupts from the quiet boxhole, the rope twists and turns in the boy's (in the glade) hands, soon falling dead as Roberts body falls limp.
"Robert? Are you there? Robert!" Alby yells. "Pull up the rope."
The boy's pull up the rope. The remains of Roberts body fall onto the grass, the sight rises bile in my throat. The boy had been sliced in half from the waist downwards, his hand was clenched in a fist, bright white paper poking out of it.
Alby unclasps his fist and unfolds the paper. He sighs. I climb through the crowd and look over his shoulder.
