The hard sound of boots hitting the dirt rhythmically was heard as the loud blaring of that familiar alarm went off.

“What the hell happened?” A man said as he arrived with another. The group of boys crowded around the box eagerly of the glade, curious eyes following a blonde boy who’d jumped down to retrieve the person.

“Better question is what is it. The box doesn’t normally come up so soon.” A younger, chubby boy called Chuck said beside the man.

As the conversations reached their end, the blonde boy, named Newt, spoke up. “It’s..a girl.” He announced, a bit bewildered. Never in his 3 years of being in The Glade had he ever seen a woman. She was unconscious, a note in her hand.

Another man stood with his arms crossed, and as conversations grew, he finally spoke.

“The note in her hand. Open it.”

Newt carefully opened the note in the girls hand, reading it slowly. “She’s the last one. Ever.”

The weight of the words hit the group, and as if things couldn’t get more mind-boggling, the girl woke up, coughing softly.

“Thomas..” She whispered weakly, before falling unconscious. Eyes flew to Thomas, who looked confused, and Gally skeptical.

Just a day later, commotion grew at lookout tower, where the girl had taken refuge after waking up in an area she didn’t recognize at all.

“Hey, hey!” Thomas called from the bottom under the torrent of rocks being thrown. “it’s Thomas..! Can I come up?”

He asked softly, beads of sweat coating his face.