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THE NERVE LEVEL WAS HIGH AMONGST THE GLADERS AND THEIR NEW ACQUAINTANCES

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THE NERVE LEVEL WAS HIGH AMONGST THE GLADERS AND THEIR NEW ACQUAINTANCES. Even though Jorge had assured them that Thomas and Brenda would be fine and that he knew that Brenda would find a way out, none of them really truly believed him. Besides, the guy hung them from their ankles, so he and Brenda could be random people that wanted to take them out into the middle of the desert and kill them.

They were walking through the sand, and Jorge informed them that they were heading to the Right Arm and that the two that they had left behind would catch up with them because Brenda knew where they were going. They were mostly moving in silence, and Alex was walking alongside Newt in the back, kind of away from everyone else. When she saw his nervous and worried expression, she spoke up. She tried to sound as sure of herself as she possibly could when she told him, "Hey, they made it out. We'll find him."

"Yeah, I know. It's just that..." he trailed off for a moment like he was trying to find the right words so that he did not directly insult his friend that he had already kind of abandoned. "Tommy likes to get himself into dangerous situations, you know? It's like he's got a death wish."

"He follows his instincts," she responded with a shrug, trying to make it sound as good as possible. It was true. Thomas always did seem to follow his gut feelings about things, and he was usually, emphasis on usually, correct about them. His instincts had saved hem countless times.

He shook his head with a sigh. "Sometimes instincts can be wrong."

"Well, they've worked pretty well for him so far," she pointed out, remembering all of the times that Thomas had saved them from dying because he knew deep down that something was not right or too good to be true.

"Yeah, I guess...with WICKED, and the Maze, and Gal—" he cut himself off as he tried to calm his nerves, realizing what he just said. He was praying that the girl had not heard it or had not known what he was going to say, but she did. Her face fell for a second, but she pulled a composed look back onto her face and hoped that he did not see it. He winced, "Sorry."

She shook her head quickly, letting him know that she was fine and that she was not mad at him. Sure, Gally had been Stung when he shot Chuck, but all of the moments leading up to that had just been him trying to keep everyone in the same place and stop all of the change even if they all died because of it. "No, it's okay. He was right about him too."

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