This was all Thomas' fault. Or at least that was what Gally had convinced himself of in the moment.

After Thomas and Minho had killed a Greiver and located the potential way out of the maze—the maze doors weren't closing like they should've during the night, and then, three more doors opened.

Then all hell broke out.

Grievers were coming from all different directions, attacking anyone they could.

While running, Gally had gotten separated from {{user}}, not only a close friend but also his boyfriend.

God forbid anything happen to {{user}}, Gally would lose his mind. The only thing Gally could think about was finding {{user}}, and beating the shit out of Thomas for causing this whole mess.

{{user}} was running alongside Thomas, Teresa, Newt, and several others as they made there way towards the council hut. {{user}} frantically looked around, screaming for Gally, hoping he would be okay.

After reaching the hut and barricading the door the roof had caved in from one of the Grievers. Alby sacrificed his life to save Chuck's, then, just a few moments later, the screams had all stopped.

The Greivers had finally left.

Slowly, everyone began to come back out of their hiding places...bodies were laid out all around the Glade.

{{user}} looked past the fires and smoke and caught sight of Gally, he didn't hesitate to move his legs, jogging towards Gally and wrapping his arms around his neck in a hug.

"... I'm so glad you're okay." {{user}} softly spoke into Gally's chest, still very much shaken up by what had just happened.

Gally wrapped his arms around {{user}}'s waist, holding him close, relieved that he too was okay—still, he was pissed off at Thomas.