"Same maze, huh?"
Aris chuckles to himself quietly.
"Kind of a long story, but I guess I was kind of the Teresa from your maze." Turning, he engages Harriet and Sonya in conversation, chatting animatedly among themselves and catching up.
I snuggle into Minho, huddled together on one of the trucks transporting us to the Right Arm's base camp.
"Is it all over now?" I murmur into his shirt. He reaches a hand up to stroke my hair, fingers running through the soft strands rhythmically.
"Let's hope so," he whispers in reply.
I let my shoulders drop, suddenly feeling so, so tired. Not physically, but more... mentally. Everything that's happened in the last couple of weeks suddenly slams into me like a truck, making me not want to move for the next three years.
A small smile grazes my lips. The thought that all of this could be over, we could stay with the Right Arm, we would have a safe place to stay with food and water...
The truck bounces over some rocks in the dirt road, then slowly rolls to a stop.
"We're here," Harriet announces, jumping out of the truck. I untangle myself from Minho and follow her lead, landing softly on my feet like a cat.
Sounds of laughter and conversation reach our ears as the two girls lead us into the camp. Men and women of various ages pause their activities, regarding us with curious eyes as we walk past them. I scratch my mind absentmindedly, feeling a tad bit uncomfortable with the attention. The situation reminds me of when we had met Jorge for the first time, except these were actually sane people.
"You guys are lucky you found us when you did," Sonya says softly. "We're moving out at first light tomorrow morning." Jorge lets out a low whistle, realising just how lucky we were.
Harriet taps a nearby man's arm. "Where's Vince?" He looks over his shoulder, scanning the small huddles of people.
"Somewhere over there, I think." Harriet gives him a quick nod of thanks.
"Who's Vince?"
"The person who decides whether you get to leave or stay."
"This bloody Vince reminds me a lot of someone else we know," Newt mutters under his breath, looking pointedly at Jorge, who pretends not to hear him.
"Yo Vince!" A tall man with shoulder-length blonde hair turns to look at us, raising an arm in greeting.
"Who are they?" he asks, walking up to us with a critical look in his eye.
"They're Immunes, found them coming up the mountain," Harriet explains.
"Did you check them?" Vince looks at us suspiciously, scanning each of our faces individually. When he meets my eyes, his gaze lingers for a moment longer and a crease appears between his brows as if he's concentrating hard on some thought.
I meet his stare defiantly, refusing to be the one who looks away first. Vince blinks and his eyes dart away.
Harriet scratches the back of her head, biting her lip.
"Well, I know this guy, Aris. I trust him." Vince snorts.
"I don't. Check them."
Stepping away from each other, we raise our arms to be patted down. A woman approaches me with an apologetic smile on her face, and I give her a small smile back to let her know it's okay.
Brenda suddenly lets out a low moan.
"Hey, boss..." All our heads snap to Brenda to see her collapse onto the ground.
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Memories - Minho Book II
Roman pour Adolescents*WARNING* If you haven't read Book I, please read it before this one! (y/n)'s out of the maze, or so she thought. Memories of the past come back to her in her sleep. When she wakes up in a strange, unfamiliar place far from the maze, she's instantl...
