Remembrance (Newt X Reader)

Chapter 23~ My Name Is Thomas

You must have walked for a few more hours before anyone even felt remotely safe. Once you'd put a fair bit of distance between your group and theirs, Harriet announced a break.

"Try to get a few hours of sleep at least!" she called, slumping against a wall and stretching her legs out in front of her. You did the same, and James positioned himself a ways away from you. You shot him a confused look and he just brushed it off and lay down on his back, clasping his hands behind his head, looking more relaxed than anyone should in a place like that.

It was too cold to take off your sweatshirt to use as a pillow, so you settled for tipping your head back against the damp wall. It was cold, and water dripped onto your back, but you decided it was better than laying on the ground.

You eventually drifted off to sleep listening to the surrounding snores of the other girls -- and one guy.

When Sonya shook you awake, you jerked up immediately. Everyone ate a quick breakfast (the food was dwindling now, and was packed into only a few sheets. The rest were either taken by girls to use as blankets, crude shawls, or had flown off somewhere) and moved on quickly. There was little conversation, and you were pretty much left alone while you ate to wrestle with your thoughts.

You hadn't even begun to consider what to do once your group found Thomas and carried out what Janson had ordered. Or how Newt or any of the other Gladers would react to seeing you alive.

They all thought you were dead.

Newt thinks you're dead.

It hit you like a ton of bricks, and you glared at the other half of your granola bar. You were really starting to get sick of the things. They tasted like cardboard now.

You remembered when you'd first woken up with Group B in that messed up little room. How a stale granola bar had tasted like the best thing on Earth.

It all seemed like another lifetime ago.

Maybe it was.

"Pack it up!" Sonya called suddenly, standing up.

James had already pointed out the entrance and ladder that you would be taking back up to ground level, and, according to him, it would only take another hour or so to reach it.

You fell into step behind two girls and in front of Harriet, who didn't even glance up at you as you passed. You stared at the ground as you walked, listening to the quiet conversations and echoing footsteps of the group. Anticipation rose in your chest. You wanted to get out of here. To breath fresh air again. To see real light that wouldn't cast eerie shadows on the ground wherever you stood.

Thinking about being outside again almost made the walk bearable. Enjoyable, even. You pictured seeing the Gladers again, playing different scenarios in your head, all of which ended with a group hug -- though you knew that would probably be the last thing to happen.

The next time you met up, you'd be kidnapping Thomas.

"We're almost there," a voice sounded, and you almost jumped out of your skin. Teresa came up behind you, and you shifted to the left to make room for her to walk next to you.

"Almost where?" 

She furrowed her eyebrows and looked at you. "To Thomas." Your heart skipped a beat, but you didn't react, just nodded slowly and didn't say anything. "What's he gonna say?" she asked, barely above a whisper. When you gave her a confused look, she continued. "When we get to him -- how do you think he's gonna react?"

"He'll... probably be really confused." 

Teresa opened her mouth, then closed it, as if she wanted to say something, but thought better of it. You looked at the ground again, not wanting to push. "I don't want to do it," she hissed suddenly. You glanced back up at her. Her eyes were watering, and she looked sadder than you'd ever seen her before. "He's my best friend. I don't wanna do it."