Brenda leaned over the carseat, her shoulder length hair swaying as the car drove. She bit her lip to hide her smirk as she shook her head at us.
"I'm sorry" Thomas apologised.
"You're welcome"
I rested my head back on the headrest and closed my eyes. It felt like adrenaline was bursting through my veins. So much had happened in such a little space of time. My brain barely managed to process it all.
"Looks like they found another way to keep the cranks out" Newt said.
The truck came to a stop and I opened my eyes again. Everyone got out of the truck and looked over to the last city. It was colossal, buildings seeming to reach impossibly high, it had been so long since I'd been here I almost forgot what it looked like.
"Do you really think he's in there?" Newt asked.
"I think so" Thomas answered.
"You think she's there too?"
Just the mention of her made my body tense up. I knew the others had passive aggression towards her But I couldn't help missing her. She was a good freind to me...
I sat on my bed, sobbing. Teresa hugged me and ran her hand up and down my arm comfortingly.
"Shhh it will be okay" She assured.
"What if he dies in there? What if I never see him again? I've already lost so many people Teresa I can't bare losing one more"
"You will, you just need to have a little hope. I'm still here. I always will be."
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Wicked is good: The Death cure
Fanfiction-"I pressed the buttons, looking over at him, but quickly looking away when he started screaming. I tried to block it out, to keep myself from losing it. I repeated the phrase in my head; Wicked is good."- Y/n has been through hell and back with her...
