The girl from the scorch

8

"Let's stop here for the night, continue our journey in the morning" Jorge suggests. The sun had just about set and the sky is a light pink and orange colour making the world seem so much more beautiful despite its devastating circumstances.

We take camp in a small broken down house that has no roof and no proper door to keep cranks out. It didn't matter that much though as there was only one doorway so someone just has to keep watch.

I walk over to the wall furthers from the entrance and toss my bag down on the floor feeling the relief of no longer having to carry anything. Despite using my uninjured arm the entire time, the one that was shot feels like it is on fire. I slump down on the floor, happy to be getting a rest from a long day of walking, and take a look around at everybody. Jorge seems to be sat by the doorway, probably to keep a lookout for anyone coming, Fry and Aris have sat down and are talking together whilst Teresa has positioned herself in the corner away from everyone.

Newt and Minho make their way over to me as I sit on the floor. Mollie, who woke up a while ago and has been taking turns in walking with everyone, runs over to me and hugs me tight. Although she is hurting my arm I squeeze her back finding reassurance in her presence, although my face slightly contorts to pain due to the pressure on my arm. Minho seems to pick up on this and gives me a worried look.

"We should probably check your arm" he says as he throws down his bag along the same wall I'm leaning up against. With this Newt comes in front of me, kneeling so he is on the same level. Mollie climbs off my lap and is sitting next to me holding my hand, clearly more worried than I am.

"Can I take a look at it?" Newt asks me. I give him a small nod and he moves closer to my bandaged arm. He reaches out and slowly removes the cloth around the bullet wound, careful not to hurt me. Luckily no blood is coming out of the hole in my arm anymore and the cloth hasn't got as much blood on it.

I reach into Newts bag and grab a bottle of water and some bandages. Minho must have put them in there. I put some of the water on one of the bandages and hand it to Newts who uses it to wipe the dried blood off my arm, careful to not put any pressure on it.

Once all the blood is wiped away and it is as clean as it could get in these conditions, Newt takes the roll of bandages from me and begins to wrap it around my arm, apologising if I wince from the pain.

"Ok there. All done" he says as he ties the bandage to stop it from coming loose.

"Thanks"I say, giving him a smile as he takes a seat next to me. By now the sky is mostly dark and everyone is thinking of going to sleep.

"I'll take first watch" Jorge tells us, probably still sceptical of everyone else. With that, everyone starts to lie down with their heads of backpacks or whatever they can find, and tries to go to sleep.

I do the same, turning with my back to Newt to face Mollie who, despite her sleep she had earlier, is almost out again. I pull her closer to me, kissing the top of her head and rest my good arm under my head to go to sleep.

Y/n's dream

"Just get rid of her already. Janson's orders" one guard yells at another guard. He swings his fist at me connecting it with my jaw throwing me off balance as I fall to the ground. I can taste the metallic taste of blood in my mouth as I glade back up at the guard.

"She's a child what can she do" they laugh at me.

With this I get to my feet and try to throw a punch back at him. My attempt however is unsuccessful as he catches my arm, spinning me around and pushing me onto the floor yet again. This time all they do is laugh.

The guards grab me by my arms and start to drag me through WICKED's facility as I put up the best fight I could. I kick and scream, squirming to get out of their grasp, but my attempt goes almost unnoticed as I am too weak to put up a fight against two armed guards.

We get to a door and one of the men steps forward and scans their cars in-front of  a sensor and the door suddenly opens. Looking out I can't see much but can make out sand blowing around in the wind. Before I knew what was happening, the two guards threw me out the door onto the Sandy floor. I spit the sand out of my mouth as I look back only to see the door close shut.

They had thrown me out into the scorch all alone to die. WICKED had tried to kill me, left me for dead like I was nothing, away from the only friends I had ever made.

I punch and kick at the door but nothing happens. No ones coming for me.

I feel something grab me from behind as I quickly turn trying to get away from whatever had touched me. I turn only to be met face to face with a crank. I let out the loudest scream I could then suddenly it all disappeared.

I had finally woken up. The same memory had been troubling me since I was left out here and it never ended well. Most nights I would wake up screaming from the terrors, other nights I'm trapped in the memory, wanting nothing but to escape.

To my right I suddenly hear a voice speak dragging me out of my daydream.

"Bad dream huh?"
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