I've Been Shucked And Gone

He Pulled The Envelope Out Of His Pocket And Ripped It Open, Then Took Out The Slip Of Paper. The Soft Lights That Ringed The Mirror Lit Up The Message In A Warm Glow. It Was Two Short Sentences: " Kill Me. If You've Ever Been My Friend, Kill Me.

He Didn't Care About The Others Anymore. The Chaos Around Him Seemed To Siphon Away His Humanity, Turn Him Into An Animal. All He Wanted Was To Survive, Make It To That Building, Get Inside. Live. Gain Another Day.

Minho Looked At Thomas, A Serious Expression On His Face. "if I Don't See You On The Other Side," He Said In A Sappy Voice, "remember That I Love You.

Thoughts Of The Girl Crashed Around His Mind, Made Him Remember The Connection He Felt. A Sadness Washed Over Him, As If He Missed Her, Wanted To See Her. That Doesn't Make Sense, He Thought. I Don't Even Know Her Name.

Listen,' Thomas Said, Slowly Getting To His Feet, Hoping Minho Wouldn’t Be Stupid Enough To Try Anything. “there’s Something About Us. We’re Not Just Random Shanks Who Showed Up On Your Doorstep. We’re Valuable. Alive, Not Dead.” The Anger On Jorge’s Face Lessened Ever So Slightly. Maybe A Spark Of Curiosity. But What He Said Was 'what’s A Shank?