𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐌𝐄, newt vs. teresa

tdc → fifteen

the death cure
chapter fifteen

❛❛ welcome to the safe haven! ❜❜

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The Gladers and the rest of the Immunes have come to a place where neither of them had thought to exist.

Paradise. Safe Haven.

It was peaceful, a small community was already there like it had been prepared for them. It was there long before the Scorch, for a while, the remaining people have been building up and preparing for the Immunes to welcome them home.

It was beautiful. Very beautiful and peaceful. They lived near the ocean, where the land was all green and living. Living between the rocky and green hills. They built their homes on the shores, about a dozen of huts were already built, there were tents and sheds, a field of crops was growing, and more homes were being built. Wherever this place was, it was a place where they wouldn't have to worry about WCKD anymore, even Cranks and the Flare. All that was out of their reach and they can no longer be afraid.

Sort of.

The Flare was still amongst them.

But the Gladers never felt safer than ever before, they knew they will be okay, they knew this was their home. Instead of hearing the loud deep and distant rumblings in the nights they kept hearing back in the Glade when they sleep, instead of the quiet and the winds whispering back in the Scorch at nights, instead of the utter silence back in the Right Arm camps, now they hear oceans, waves crashing onto the land, various kinds of birds flying by, the laughter from the small civilization and that was the sound of peacefulness. The sounds of everything will be truly okay, the sounds of paradise.

But the last remaining Gladers have suffered so much, gone through so much the last three years, they had won and lost along the way. They lost their friends, everything they went through, cost them almost everything, cost them a lot to get here. Now they'd have to carry the sorrow of their losses every day until the rest of their lives.

It wasn't just them, but also the Icers and those in the Right Arm who went to war against WCKD the past year or so.

They had won and lost. So did WCKD, they had won and lost. But in the end, the Gladers, the Icers, the Immunes and the Right Arm survived, and WCKD did not.

Thomas woke up from a coma, after being unconscious for days since WCKD, a sharp gasp escape through his lips as he shot up to a sitting position. A sudden pain stung him on his stomach where he got shot, let out soft grunts, he looked down at the wound, only the wound to be covered by bandages. It didn't hurt much as it did that night. Found himself in a small hut, walls and roof made of bamboos. The hut reminded him back in the Glade, where Med-jacks lived and worked. There was also medicine on a wooden table nearby. Gentle winds snuck into the hut.

He began hearing the sounds of crashing, sounds of building nearby, and distant chattering. For a moment, he thought he was back in the Glade. But he quickly remembered what happened.

The Last City. WCKD. Janson. Ava Paige. Losing Newt. Anton. And Teresa. WCKD falling.

They're all gone.

And he's alive. I'm alive, Thomas thought. There was a hint of disappointment deep within.

Thomas got up slowly, slowly approached outside, outside he saw an endless ocean, a ship that the Right Arm worked on the past few months stood ahead. His gaze shifted to the right when hearing laughter and found what appears to be a civilization, a small community already built up and people working. There could be over a hundred or so people.