Chapter 1 THE GRIEF

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Chuck. Teresa. Newt. The names of his friends stung Thomas's mind. He didn't want to, but he kept replaying the scenes of thier deaths. Gally throwing the knife at Chuck. Shooting Newt as he was starting to pass the Gone and go crazy. And Teresa, going up in flames at the fall of WICKED's headquarters. Sure, he resented Teresa for what she'd done in the Scorch. But he missed her all the same. He was chopping wood with an axe Jorge had found on further inspection of the shed the Flat Trans had teleported them to. Thomas had volunteered as a Chopper because he wanted to forget his old, terrible life.
"Hey, Thomas," Called someone. Thomas turned. It was Minho.
"What do you want, Minho?" Thomas called back a little more angriliy than he expected.
"I can tell you're hiding something, Mr. Chopper. Do you not like us assigning jobs like in the Glade? 'Cause we can change," Minho said, running toward Thomas.
"No. It's something else," Thomas responded quietly.
"Well, than what are ya hiding? I don't care what it is. I want you to tell me. Now," Minho demanded.
"Fine. It was Newt. You know how he was going crazy? Well, he couldn't take it. He made me kill him," Thomas said back, choking on tears.
"Oh," Minho said, sadly surprised.
"Well, think of it this way: if you didn't kill him, he would've died a slow, terrible death," Minho said, trying to comfort Thomas.
"Yeah, but still..." Thomas didn't finish the thought. He didn't have to, because at that moment a voice rang throughout the forest.
"ALL CHOPPERS AND SCOUTS, PLEASE RETURN TO CAMP AS SOON AS POSSIBLE," Thomas turned again to see Brenda screaming out the words.
"Time for dinner," Minho said.

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