This is when Thomas aka Stiles comes back home after spending 3 years in the trials. Thomas is sad and depressed because before he and the other survivors were rescued, he had to kill Newt, he didn't want to but Newt begged him.
It didn't take long...
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" they were only children destroyed by a cruel world "
"Come on!" I yelled out to the pack who are having trouble with keeping up with us. It's weird because they were all supernatural creatures, while Minho, Jorge, Brenda and I are human. "This isn't even the worst part," I told them, my boots getting filled to the rim with sand. Hot sand. It feels like lava, but I ignored the feeling, pushing forward.
"Stiles," I heard Lydia say with a sigh. "How are you guys so fast?" She asked, pulling her jacket closer to her body.
"Because we have had practice," Minho told her with a shrug. "Remember the first day you were in the maze?" Minho asked with a smile. "You were such a stupid shank, you still are," He told me, shaking his head at me.
"What!? I helped you and Alby survive," I told him and then a frown made it's way on my face, thinking about Alby. "Well, at least Alby did survive until the grievers came," I told him and he shook his head at me in disappointment. No matter how many times he and the others tell me that it wasn't my fault, I still feels like it was.
"It wasn't your fault. At least you got us out of that damn maze. You got most of us out. Even if others things, bad things happened, it wasn't your fault. Chuck, Alby, Winston, and even Theresa and the others wouldn't blame you, so stop blaming yourself," Minho told me, making me smile at him.
"That was such a beautiful speech, you ugly shank," I teased him, playfully punching his shoulder. I then became serious, turning to face the others. "I should probably warn you guys now, before we continue," I told the pack with my lips in a thin line. I faced Minho and he understood what I was going on about by just looking at my face.
"There is things out here," Minho started, walking towards Scott. The pack instantly got in a defensive mode.
"Dangerous things," I finished, looking around at our surroundings. Scott looked at me with wide puppy eyes.
"There is these things called cranks," Minho started, fixing the strap from his backpack. "They are very dangerous." Minho told them, pointing a finger at Scott.
"They will eat you. If you get bitten," I paused, making it dramatic. "You turn into one of them," I told them, giving them all a pointed look, getting my point across.
"What are these things?" Scott asked, looking around at our surroundings.
"You ever watched Zombie movies?" I asked and they nodded. "They are like that, but worse," I told them, turning around and nodded to Jorge and Brenda who was just standing there. We started our journey again, but the pack started watching our surroundings this time.
