Dear Thomas,
This is the first letter I can remember writing. Obviously I don't
know if I wrote any before the maze, but even If its not my first its
Likely to be my last. I want you to know that I'm not scared. Well
not of dying anyway, its more forgetting. its losing myself to this
Virus, that's what scares me. So every night I've been saying their
names out loud, Alby. Winston. Chuck, and I just repeat them over and
over like a prayer and it all comes flooding back Just the little
things. like the way the sun use to hit the glade at that perfect moment
Right before it hit the walls and I remember the taste of Frypans stew, I
never thought I'd miss that stuff so much. And I remember you. I
remember the first time you came up in the box, just a scared little
greenie who couldn't even remember his own name, but from that
moment you ran into the maze. I knew; I would follow you anywhere.
And I have. We all have. If I could do it all over again, I would, and I
wouldn't change a thing, and my hope for you is when you re looking
back years from now, you'll be able to say the same thing. The
futures in your hands now Tommy, and I know you will find a way
to do what's right you always have. Take care of everyone for me.
and take care of yourself. You deserve to be happy.
Thank you for, being my friend
Goodbye mate,
Newt
Just wanted to leave this here