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Sam
"Welcome back, bloody lazybones."
My head whips around as Newt says this. I am met with Thomas's dark brown orbs staring back at me. "Tom!" I squeak, rushing into his arms and embracing him into a hug.
"What happened whilst I was out?" He asks, looking around the slammer. "Why are you in here too?"
"I begged to see if you were okay." I smile.
"Well, Gally has taken over. You are going to be banished at sundown tomorrow. Minho has a plan though. We will need your help..." Newt goes quiet as Gally walks over.
"Times up Sammy." He snarls, unlocking the door and dragging me out by my hair. I cry out in pain. Minho marches over as Gally throws me to the floor. He swings a punch at Gally's face, breaking his nose.
I stand up, pushing against Minho's chest, that was enough. His face softens, "Are you okay babe?" He asks, engulfing me in a hug.
I nod. Chuck walks over, with Alex. "Thank you Chuckie." I smile, taking Alex from Chuck's arms.
"No problem." He smiles back.
Gally grunts something rude, before wiping the blood from his nose. He stands up and storms off towards the homestead.
Alex giggles. "See you later Tom!" I shout.
"Byyyyeeeee." Thomas sings.
Me and Minho laugh. The sky begins grow lighter and lighter, as me and Minho take Alex to the homestead. We both kiss him goodnight, laying him on his makeshift cot. Tucking him in, we both leave the room. I feel a sense of safety and I leave the homestead, the Grievers have already come tonight, same time, same amount of people dead - 3. 2 that were brutally thrown or crushed and the 1 that was taken.
"Babe? Can you help me tidy up the Map room?" Minho asks, pecking me on the cheek and breaking me from my deep thought.
"Sure." I laugh, as we begin to head toward the map room.
We enter, Minho walking over to a draw, stuffing in pencils and empty notebooks. I walk over to a table, looking down at section 3. I shuffle the papers around, biting my lip in my teeth. A letter catches my eye.
B. I frown, blocking out the shuffles and bangs of Minho 'tidying' the map room.
L. Another letter.
E. I keep shuffling the papers, putting the maps with the letters on them into separate piles.
E. Another one?
D. There are no more section 3 papers. I look at the letters closely, BLEED. What's that supposed to mean?
"Hey Minnie?" I call out.
"Yeah?" Comes the muffled voice from another room. There is a shuffle, a bang. "Ouch!" Minho yells as his head thumps against the doorframe, I laugh. He appears in the doorway, shooting me a glare.
"Come and have a look. Section 3 is a word."
Minho frowns, looking over my shoulder. "What the shuck?" He mumbles. "I'll get Newt, you gets some greaseproof paper from Frypan."
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After convincing Frypan to give me some greaseproof paper, I meet Newt and Minho in the map room. "What took so bloody long?" Newt grumbles, rubbing his eyes.
"Ugh. Frypan." I yawn.
We show Newt the word. He just stares at the paper blankly, just blinking. He then smiles "We could get outta here!" He cheers, "Bloody hell! It's been long enough!"
Me and Minho smile then we all have a group hug. I take Section 7 and 5, Minho takes Section 6 and 4 and finally, Newt takes 2 and 1.
After hours and hours we write the words down in order of sections:
Float
Catch
Bleed
Death
Stiff
Push
But nothing comes up for sections 7 and 8. I yawn, flopping down on the map room floor. Minho laughs, "You look like a whale!" Newt bursts out with laughter.
I grunt, pouncing onto Minho. He yells out in surprise as I land on him, straddling his waist. "Ugh guys! Get a room!" Newt grumbles.
Me and Minho laugh. We all get up and put away the section papers. Minho collects the words and stuffs them into his pocket. Me, Newt and Minho go into our separate rooms, climbing into bed.
"G'night babe." Minho yawns.
I close my eyes, snuggling closer to Minho, "Goodnight Minnie."
I drift off into a peaceful sleep. The hopes of finally getting out of here still fresh in my mind.
