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Sam
Minho nods, "C'mon, the banishment is starting."
We start to walk over to the small crowd that has formed around one of the massive walls. From the corner of my eye I see Thomas being dragged over the the crowd, eyes closed, 'unconscious'.
I take a glance around me, Chuck and Frypan are in place, large backpacks slung over their shoulders, weapons and frying pans hanging from them.
I gulp in anticipation, hopefully this works. As Thomas is dragged to the entrance of the doors I hear murmurs from around me.
"This doesn't feel right, man."
"What if he can really get us outta here?"
"SHUT UP!" Gally screams, veins popping out of his neck, bloodshot eyes. Scratches covering his arms, ripped clothes. My heart ached for him, as mean as he is, nobody deserves his pain.
The silence washes over us again, my heart beats rapidly in my chest. C'mon Thomas! Right now! I shout, telepathically.
I see Thomas jolt to life, he swings at the two boys that were dragging him, knocking then to the floor. Me, Minho, Newt, Frypan and Chuck run forwards to the entrance of the maze, we face the Gladers.
Thomas clears his throat: "We have found a way out. We can go home, live our lives, be happy again. Anybody who wants to come, then come on. This is our chance for freedom."
"Are you not scared? There are loads of Grievers!" Yells a Glader.
"I'm scared, we are scared. You just have to use that to show that your still human." Thomas smirks. I pat him on the back, looking up at him and smiling.
"If you ain't scared you ain't human." Newt says.
Another period of silence washes in, until a Glader begins to walk towards our group, "Man, I can stand it in here anymore."
Then, as if on queue, a couple more Gladers join our group. Clint, Jeff, a guy called Stephen and a couple more.
"Gally, come with us." I shout, as our group begins to prepare, with the weapons Chuck has and the backpacks.
Gally shakes his head, "Good luck against the Grievers."
And with that, the small group of gladers, including Gally, walk into the Glade.
