"Ha ha. No. We're all going. Who knows if she is held hostage by psycho girl ninjas hiding in that shack of hers, who are waiting for us to come so that they can throw their ninja-star blades on us. Or slice us in a clean half from our waist in one...
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NEWT
At first I definitely thought that it was a fragment of my imagination- it could be, I'd been walking for like 7 hours straight with no sip of water down my throat.
With the chattering of breaths and murmurs of Gladers, it is hard to distinguish but my ears could pick up that sound from anywhere.
It is a too familiar sound- like the wailing of a wounded animal. It is guttural, originated from deep into the soul.
There is something unnatural in it, something that chills me out. The darkness only adds to the creepiness.
Whoever the source, is definitely not near but her shrill cries bounces along like living echoes trying to smash their unspeakable sounds against the dirt until they cease to exist.
"You know what this reminds me of?" Minho asks, his voice wavering in fear.
"Ben, Alby, Me?" Tommy guesses. "When we were going through the Changing." They are to name a few.
There were many who were Stung. If I remember correctly, there were about six people stung and from them, only Tommy is still alive.
"You got it." Minho says.
Addie stares off at space, in the direction of the sound, her face blank. Her face is smudged with dirt and her hair all frizzy and unkempt. She is definitely thinking something.
"No, no, no." Frypan moans. "Don't tell me we are going to have those suckers here too. I can't take it."
"Doubt it." I say. "With their gooey skin, they'll be like a dust ball here."
"Well." Addie turns her attention to us. "If WICKED has enough money to create Grivers, they can have enough money to create other unnatural freaks."
"Hate to say, but Janson did say that the things are going to be tough." Tommy mumbles.
"Don't tell me that you are reciting Janson's words." Beatrix snaps.
"Once again Thomas gives us the most cheerful pep talk." Frypan tries to sound cheery but it sounds more like a spiteful rub.
"Just sayin' how is it." Tommy says.
"Yeah, yeah. I know and how is it sucks big time."
"Yeah, so what now?" Aris asks.
"What is there to be done? Rest for now." Minho shrugs. "We have to book it down as far as we can while the sun is still down. Maybe a couple of sleep before dawn. And we do have to find some food and water. And not cactus this time. No matter how much I appreciate it." He quickly adds the last part when he sees Beatrix's glare murderously at him.
