I love you, shank

Night images

Ben looked horrid. He was so sickly pale that the blue of his veins looked fluorescent. If you didn't know any better you would think the poor guy was on his way out, but fortunately there's the grief serum.
It's now dark and all the gladers have stopped working. Herds of teenage boys stand together, with very few standing alone.
It's weird but I prefer the glade at night. The situation seems more mundane than it does in the day. When the lights go out it feels like we are in a city, in the real world.
I really don't understand this mind block thing. It's like I remember the concept of a city but I can't remember a city I went to or who I went their with.
Before I start questioning the makeup of my entire existence a stampede of gladers are running past me into homestead. The usual sign that Frypan has finished cooking up enough grub for five or six dozen teenage boys.
I absent-mindedly make my way to homestead and into the kitchen.
I grab a plate of the food (which despite where we are and who it's cooked by is actually delicious) and then go sit at an empty table and await for Alby to arrive. Within a few minutes the leader of this group of misfits and my closest friend was setting his plate down in front of me. We say a generic greeting and then Alby starts a conversation with the gladers around us.

The rest of the meal I sit not really talking to anybody, not even Alby. My mind was to consumed by the thought of Thomas. Who (along with Chuck) is noticeably absent from dinner.

After the meal it is time to turn in. I return to my room on the top floor of homstead. Yet another privilege of being in second in command, I don't have to sleep outside. As I pass my window, I glance outside and the scene I'm greeted with is rather weird. I've never seen anything like it!

Chuck and Thomas are running away from homestead so quickly it's like a group of grievers are after them. Thomas dives behind a tree near the entrance to the deadheads and pulls Chuck with him.

No more than two seconds later a fuming Gally emerges from a group of bushes. Oh, now I see why they're running. And trust me when Gally's angry a thousand grievers sound more appealing than he does. After a few moments he gives up looking for them and stomps back to where the builders sleep.

I lay on my be softly laughing at the the scene that just unfolded before me. Then within a few minutes I'm drifting off into darkness with pictures of Thomas playing on my mind.