T R U S T [The Maze Runner || Newt || Book 2]

Chapter 19

"Guys, come look."

"What?"

"Check it out. Look at them!"

"Awh, that's adorable."

Clara listened as her friends whispered, very loudly, about her and Newt, keeping her eyes closed and waiting for a chance to jump into their conversation.

"Seriously?"

"I think it's sweet."

"It's gross, is what it is."

"Leave them alone Minho."

"Yeah, leave us alone shuckface." Clara grunted, kicking Minho in the shin, earning a yelp and a deadly glare from him. She felt Newt's body shake as he chuckled at Minho, who was now dramatically hopping around on one leg.

"Come on lovebirds, time to go." Jorge shouted, and Clara looked over at him. He gave her a quick, knowing wink before tossing his bag into Bertha and climbing inside after it. Newt stood up and brushed himself off, offering a hand to Clara and pulling her up before they both grabbed their bags and jumped inside the car. Newt sat shotgun again, despite Frypan's complaints, Clara, Brenda, Thomas, and Aris sat in the first row, and Teresa, Minho, Theodore and Frypan sat in the back. Clara sat next to Brenda and looked over at her, noticing her eyes were bloodshot and sweat was running down the side of her face,

"Bren? You okay?" She whispered,

"Yeah, I'm fine." She answered, and Clara noticed that her breathing was shallow but Brenda just shook her head at her, a pleading look in her eyes. Clara grabbed the girl's hand, squeezing it tightly before giving her a weak smile.

A few hours later they came to a sort of tunnel, but the road was littered with abandoned cars, too many to drive through.

"Well, I guess we're on foot." Jorge said as he climbed out of the car. Everyone got out after him and began to walk towards the tunnel. The abandoned cars were filled with all sorts of things, blankets, clothes, kid's toys, and suitcases. Clara guessed that they were from families who were looking for refuge from the flare, and she shuddered as she wondered what had happened to all of them. She walked over to a silver car, all of its windows had been smashed in but on the hood of the car was a dent of sorts. As she got closer she noticed a small round hole in the middle of the dent, almost like a bullet hole. Her heart rate began to pick up as she quickly walked over to Jorge,

"Jorge, something doesn't feel right." She whispered, but before he got the chance to respond, a chorus of gunshots went off.

"GET DOWN" She heard somebody shout and she and Jorge quickly scrambled for cover, sitting behind an old truck as more bullets were fired. A wave of silence came after the last shot, followed by Thomas shouting,

"Hey is everyone okay?"

"We're fine!"

"Does anyone know where those bloody shots came from?"

Clara turned to Jorge as he began slipping off his gloves,

"That son of a bitch Marcus. He led us into an ambush." He muttered, unzipping his jacket and rummaging through his pockets. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Thomas peeking his head over the side of the truck and she quickly grabbed his jacket, pulling him back down before more gunshots rang out.

"Don't be an idiot!" She hissed at him before turning over to Jorge, "What do we do?" She asked him before looking down and noticing something in his hands.

"Here. Hold this" He said, handing over what she quickly realized was a makeshift bomb. "We've gotta create a diversion. You get ready to chuck it." He flipped open a small red button in his hands before shouting to the rest of the group