[ thomas has more or less gotten used to the fact that none of these people are his Gladers. without them, he's feeling incredibly lost and incredibly on edge, and he's spent his time in getting out of the darkness trying to arm himself, reaching for the small knife on his runners harness and holding it tight in his grip. before he has the chance to shank a shank, however, he spots a blonde girl starting to run and...promptly face planting.
that looks familiar.
though he squints out into the light (and tries to press past the feeling of unfamiliarity), thomas comes to the girl's side quickly, kneeling down to offer her a hand. he's all business mode now, too used to being kidnapped and thrown strange places. ]
arrival \o\
that looks familiar.
though he squints out into the light (and tries to press past the feeling of unfamiliarity), thomas comes to the girl's side quickly, kneeling down to offer her a hand. he's all business mode now, too used to being kidnapped and thrown strange places. ]
Hey--you okay?