After the Death Cure(The Maze Runner)

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

                Thomas P.O.V.

 

                The guards place me on the ground and give me a strict, “If you try anything we will cause you unbearable pain,” warning. I nod and they cut my restrainments.

                I stand up, and at first my legs go a little wobbly because it’s been awhile since I was on my feet but I regained my coordination and joined the others at the table.

                I plop myself beside Brenda and she flashes me a warm smile, and I return it.

                Several guards flood the room, serving each of us plates of steaming baked chicken, mashed potatoes and string beans.

                The aroma is delightful, making my sense of smell go chaotic. My mouth waters at the thought of devouring it all, and I can tell everyone else feels the same.

                I pick up my fork and begin to stuff my face in. Oh God! This is amazing!

                “What shuck-face made this?!” Frypan exclaims in delight and astonishment. “I could learn a lot from them.”

                “The chef is in the kitchen,” Blake responds, “You can talk to her after dinner.”

                “Oooo…It’s a her, go get ‘em tiger,” Minho interrupts, making Frypan blush slightly.

                “Listen shank, she is probably Fifty.”

                “Love doesn’t have a number.”

                “Hell yes it does! I don’t want to be devoured in wrinkles!” Frypan roars in laughter, and they rest of us do the same.

                “For the record,” Blake intrudes, after taking a sip of his drink, “She is around your age, slightly older.”

                Minho nudges Frypan, “Older woman, eh,” and winks at him. Frypan shakes him off, trying to dissipate the grin on his face, and starts digging back into his food.

                After everyone is finished, Blake dismisses everyone and they all go off doing whatever.

                Frypan, of course, goes into the kitchen and Minho follows, snooping on Frypan and is potential lover.

                Harriet and Sonya adventure off somewhere, with Aris tagging behind them like an awkward third wheel.

                Gally is walking that lone rode to somewhere, and Jorge is chatting it up with Blake, probably trying to pry more information out of Blake. However, they are talking as if they knew each other, or as if they are friends.

                Brenda shakes me out of my thoughts and begins to pull me out of the room.

                “Where are we going?” I ask.