| - the one - | [newt maze runner]

chapter #11

THIS CHAPTER IS NOT FOR YOUNG READERS! (dark chapter)

this along with the leg strap, is what she's wearing (if you don't like it just imagine something else)

Rens POV:

we've been walking for at least 2 hours now and I can feel the beads of sweat fall down my neck. i'm not complaining though, at least this time we have water and food; unlike when we were escaping wicked.

after about another half an hour, we arrived in some sort of wrecked city, filled with sick looking people.

"hey Jorge-" I said quietly, "what's with all these people?"

"they are infected." 

" but they don't act like the cranks we've seen." Minho responded.

"there still shifting. they've been infected, but they still got a bit of humanity left in them, its like there transitioning form a human, to what you have seen."

"thats awful." I said. "so why are they all here?"

"some people are just waiting to turn, quite miserable if you ask me, but most other are here for Marcus."

"wait-" Minho said "like the Marcus all of us are going to? the one Brenda and Thomas is going to?"

"thats the one."

"why?" I stepped up

"most people here just wanna live there lives until they turn, so they spend every last second at Marcus' 24/7 party. all the soon to be cranks go there and get drunk, drugged, just do everything fun you can think of until they turn."

"what happens after that?" newt asked.

"well some cranks manage to escape, others are used for games."

we all fell silent as we kept on walking down the street, occasionally getting glares from the crazed, and I fell behind lost in my own thoughts. 

I finally look up after I noticed I had been walking very slow, staring at my feet and I notice my friends 15-20 feet away from me. I sigh and start to jog up to them, but before I can get the chance someone puts a cold firm hold on my shoulder.

"where you off to lil' lady" I look up to see a very scruffy odd looking man, maybe around 6'2 & Australian holding me in place. I try shaking him off, but he keeps a firm grasp on my shoulder.

"you look a bit too pretty to be a crank don't cha think?" I ignore him. "the names greg, what's a pretty young thing like yourself doin down here, people are gonna eat you up... if they can get to you before me of course." he chuckles.

"i'm not interested." I say, not caring for my harsh tone.

"aw c'mon, live a little!"

"i'm fine, greg" I say, finally pushing off his hand, but just as I start to walk away, his hand finds my wrist,