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"She would rise." _________________________
It was now dark out, and the group of kids were sitting under a broken down building, with a fire burning in front of them, the smell of the burnt wood reminded the gladers of their celebration nights, bringing them a sense of comfort.
They were silent, the only movements heard were the crackling of the flames, and Arises foot steps, as he threw more wood into the fire.
Everyone was in a daze, still in disbelief at loosing their fallen friend the way they did, "I thought we were supposed to be immune," Minho said, his voice monotone as he twirled a knife in his hands.
"Not all of us," Teresa said, Newt and Teresa shared a glance with each other, seeing as they were sitting the closest and he trusted her the most, and looked back at Teresa questionably, "I guess," She quickly added. She glanced nervously at Aife, who had her eyes narrowed at her, then the memories of the threat she had gotten earlier came into her mind, she shifted uncomfortably, making the tan skinned girl smirk at the negative affect she had on the pale girl.
"If Winston can get infected, we should assume so can the rest of us," Newt said, breaking the silence as he guided Aife to rest her head on his shoulder, though, her hard expression was not lowered. He could tell the girl was angry, and he didn't want her to stress herself out.
"I never thought i'd say it, but i miss the glade." Frypan said, tears staining his dark skinned cheeks as his bottom lip slightly quivered.
Aife couldn't help but silently agree, things were simple in the glade. Well, for them, at least. They didn't have to look over their shoulders ever two seconds in fear of getting eaten by a crank. They could sleep safely, within the walls of the maze.
Ever since Winston shot himself, Aife hasn't said a word. No one wanted to say anything to her, for they had all seen what it was like when she wasn't in a 'talking mood'.
Axel didn't say anything, he knew it wasn't his place. He didn't want to ruin their grieving, and since he hadn't known Winston for all that long, he figured it would be better if he stayed silent.
Throughout the night, Aife stayed awake, keeping watch over their surroundings, just in case danger was to come. And when everyone woke, it was even harder. They were now on the flat land, though, no where near leaving the scorch. They were stumbling against each other, trying to keep their balance as they squinted their eyes. Minho scavenged through his backpack, and let out a sigh of relieve when his hand reached his flask, though, his shoulders visibly deflated when no water came out. He threw in into the distance, the flask skidding against the rocks.
