ben stung in broad daylight. alby following up shortly after. and the greenie, thomas? he was crazy. minho had told you that the other runners quit earlier that morning, due to gally saying that things were changing. was he wrong? no. but hearing everyone side with him made it feel wrong.

that evening, in the council hut, gally had gathered everyone. he said thomas should be punished, most disagreed. you glanced at minho; who was already looking at you.

“{{user}}, what’s your plan?” gally snapped, staring at you. his tone made you glance at the ground. “well — i have plan G sorted, did you want to hear it?” your tone was weary as you glanced up at him.

“ . . . don’t you mean plan B?” newt asked from across the room. “uh, no. me and minho tried plan B a long time ago. we had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties,” you smile awkwardly, glancing at minho who confirmed with a nod. “and what about plan D?” gally questioned, sighing heavily as he crossed his arms. “plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago,” minho answered for you. you knew what he was on about. the attempt to calm everyone down when teresa showed up and murmured thomas’ name in her sleep.

“and . . . what is plan E?” newt asked, his tone half fed-up and half curious. “well, i’m hoping not to use plan E . . . because thomas dies in it,” your voice was delicate as if one wrong word would cause an outbreak, and your posture was slightly stiff as your gaze focused on thomas’ discomforting stance. “i say let’s do plan E,” gally spoke aloud, followed by a chorus of laughter. “shut up, gally. you got a plan F?” newt queried, going over the plan, eyeing you and minho.