The Cost of the Cure

Chapter 103

"Tommy!" Newt screams, bolting out the door.

Your eyes widen. He can't be. 'Newt!" you yell. sprinting after him.

You follow him, weaving between Gladers and pushing past others. You jump over pieces of splintered wood as you run. You look up just in time to see Thomas run out of the now gaping hole of what had once been the front door.

You sprint out into the Glade after Newt and halt, taking in the scene. Thomas, running into the pack of Grievers and fighting them. Newt starting to dash after him, breaking free from his earlier shock.

You grab his arm, pulling him back. He isn't about to throw his life away like that. You don't care if it's Thomas, you're not going to let him be torn apart by Grievers, too.

"Let me go!" he yells, straining to free himself, his eyes glued to the Grievers and Thomas.

"You can't save him now!" you scream back. "And I'm not going to watch you die, too! It's bad enough like this, but I'm not going to lose you as well!"

An ear-piercing scream shatters the air. Thomas. Tears burn your eyes, but you don't let them fall. Newt lunges forwards and your feet slip. Finally, he goes limp, hanging his head in defeat.

That's when you see it: Thomas bursting out of the mob of Grievers, bloody, bruised, and still screaming.

"Thomas?' you whisper, letting your arms drop in shock.

Newt looks up and breaks into a sprint. You race after him.

"Grab his legs!" he orders, already gripping Thomas and lifting him by his shoulders.

You obey, carrying him across the courtyard and through the throngs of terrified Gladers until finally setting him on a couch.

Newt kneels down beside Thomas, his face still damp from silent tears.

"What were you doing!" he explodes, his voice raw from grief as he begins to shout, his pain converting to anger. "How could you be so bloody stupid!"