thomas

When I woke up, alone in the Burg, I was startled by the unexpected motion, similar to when I woke up in the Box. Jorge was in the cockpit next to Brenda. Mihno and Newt were behind them watching the scorched world go by.

"Your friends took another Burg from the hangar, and assumably headed towards Denver, where there is a strong hatred for WICKED." Brenda said.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Where do you think, shuck face?" Mihno said. "Denver."

When we arived in Denver, we had to go through a lot of security. No one who was infected was allowed into the city. Which meant Newt had to stay behind. Before we left, he pressed a small envolope into the palm of my hand.

"Don't read it now. You'll know when." He said. "I love you so much. You've been on my mind from the second I woke up in the Box. I knew you were important to me before then. Even though I don't know anything previous to waking up, I know we had some - sort of relationship. And I'm positive that it was good."

We sat down to talk about our plan, and then we left for the city.

"Don't leave. I love you." I whispered. The doors of the Burg shut in my face. The four of us, who are immune to the Flare, went into the huge gate center into the city. Blood was drawn, and identities were recorded with finger prints. When we got all the way through security, we stood out on the street of the gray city, trying to hail a cab.

"Are you Thomas?" A boy behind us asked.

"Yes." I said. The boy handed me a note. I pulled it open. "Guys, it's from Gally."

__THE FOLLOWING IS VERY IMPORTANT___

Hey, sorry again for the short chapters. The next chapter WILL NOT BE FROM NEWT'S POINT OF VIEW!! I thought that was a good point to end the chapter and I'm tired. So, I repeat the next chapter will not be from Newt's point of view. Thanks for reading.