"Hey shank, get back here!" Gally yelled after Thomas. The greenie kept walking, a confident stride in his step. Gally hesitated for a moment before cupping his hands around his mouth.
"Get back here or Y/N goes in the slammer, no, even better. I'll have them feed Y/N to the grievers, you hear me?" He shouted. Thomas stopped walking, turning around slowly. The crowd around him fell silent, even Frypan seemed to shrink back.
"What the hell did you just say to me?" Thomas said in a low voice.