Injured Feet & Rickety Hearts {Book 1 Completed}

//Chapter 48//

It was two days later, it was almost the end of the day and I was in the kitchens helping Fry while Newt was busy. I heard that Thomas was doing well in the maze thank god. I expected the poor boy to die of heat stroke, he nearly did on his first day too. Not long now, he should get used to it.

Hopefully.

He was still in a stage of training, but Minho spoke highly of Thomas's abilities. Which was uncommon for Minho, he tended to not praise people, that was just the Minho way.

The day seemed slightly off, I don't know what it was. Even Newt seemed to feel it. He had been unusually obliged to remain close to me all day. I mean he usually likes to be close, but today he was worse.

Even when I asked him he said he thought something didn't feel right. As you would expect I told him it was all ok, but deep down I was feeling the same. Newt was distraught when he found he had to help Alby with something, but I promised him I'd stay in the kitchens.

It had been great these past two days, no problems at all. But today, no. It felt strange, maybe it was because nothing bad had happened, we were just expecting it. It wasn't a good habit to have.

I forced a smile on my face as I chopped vegetables with Fry, hoping that soon nightfall would come so me and Newt could end the day with a walk around the glade. I looked forward to them now, every night for the past three days I had been on these walks with Newt at night, I looked forward to them now.

About half an hour later I saw that the runners had returned and soon the gates would close, Frypan didn't need any more help luckily, so I was left to my own devices. I know I promised I would stay in the kitchens, but I was bored, I mean how bad can one day be.

I ended up leaving short after, the air around me filling my lungs enough to make me calm down a little. This place may be scary but, it was the only place I could call home. I didn't remember anything else.

I trudged along the soft grass, looking around me at the working Gladers, each one following the same annoying pattern. Wake up, eat, work, eat, sleep and repeat. The pattern I had now grown to hate to my very core.

I found myself walking the edge of the deadheads. Everything around me seemed normal, but... I couldn't figure out what was wrong. I wish I knew, I wish I knew something didn't feel right, to even put Newt on edge. I was jumpy I guess.

"Hey"

I gasped and jumped to the side, my head snapping around. The glade image in my vision flickered, it changed once again. Like it had when I visited Alby, like it did when I saw Ben. But this time I saw a desert. Sand whipped across my face as I scanned the horizon, dusty mountains pointed up in the very far distance. I panted heavily as I looked at the damaged old sky scrapers, sticking out of the desert land like man made trees.

The sound of rumbling made my knees weak, but then out of nowhere, I watched a huge, futuristic like plane shoot across the empty sky. I jumped as I watched the huge plane come crashing down. It barrelled down until finally it connected with a withering structure.

It was a vision, I was hallucinating again, it's just a vision. It's not real I told myself. I watched the building come crashing down as my breathing caught in my throat, it was a demolition zone.

They called it the-

"Malaya?"

My vision was blinked away at the sound of Thomas's voice, it felt like I was opening my eyes from a bad dream, my skin felt clammy and a cold flush had hit me head to toe. What was that? The squeal was no longer in my ears and the feeling of sand hitting my face wasn't there.