thomas

An alarm startled me as I was working in the blood house. Everyone started to run towards the Box.

"Newt. What's wrong?" I called out.

"Someone is comming up." He said, his gaze not leaving the Box. "There is one person once a month. You were this month."

"Are you sure that is isn't supplies? You said that comes once a week." I asked.

"Yeah, but it doesn't have the bell." He said still staring at the Box.

Alby went to pull up the roof of the Box.

"It's a girl!" Newt called out for everyone to hear. I looked in to see an unconscious girl with tangled brown hair laying in the Box.

"What's that in her hand?" I asked. Alby pulled a crumpled piece of paper out of her fist and read it.

She's the last one ever.

We all helped carry her to the homestead where two Med-Jacks took care of her.

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**A Few Days Later**

"Thomas. The girl is up. She seems to remember you. Like you had a relationship before you came here." Newt said.

"You know I have feelings for you." I said. "We are going to get out of here. The girl-"

"She says her name is Teresa." Newt corrected.

"Okay. Teresa seems to have some knowledge of before she came here, so maybe she knows how to get out. Then maybe... we can..."

"Thomas, I do love you, and I want this to work here." He said. "I'm just afraid that someone might find out." We started to walk around the Glade and ended up at the graveyard in the woods. I sat down against one of the trees. Newt snuggled up next to me. We atayed like that until morning. Until we heard the screams.