Cassie | Subject D-18 | The weak link
14 year old Cassie is the lone survivor of Maze D. Cassie isn't the fastest runner or the strongest, she doesn't even know if she's immune but somehow she's made it this far and doesn't plan on giving up anytime...
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I stare mindlessly into the yellow flames of the fire, flickering back and forth in the dim light as it crackles loudly in the silence.
“I thought we were supposed to be immune,” Minho mutters as he fiddles mindlessly with his knife.
“Not all of us I guess,” Tessy says from where she is lying by the fire on the opposite side of me.
“If Winston can get infected, we should assume so can the rest of us,” Newt says. There’s a moment of silence before Frypan speaks up.
“I never thought I'd say it…but I miss the Glade,” he mumbles, fresh tears still staining his cheeks.
We sit in silence for the rest of the night after that. Minho angrily carves at a stick with his knife, Thomas fiddles with a small wooden figure mindlessly and the rest of us allow the warmth of the fire to calm us as we all mourn.
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Bright and early the next morning, we continue walking. We spread all the contents from Winston’s pack evenly amongst ourselves so that no-one would have to take all the extra weight by themselves.
I think Thomas gave me less to carry than everyone else though, only making me carry the few items in my pack and an extra bottle of water that is nearly empty.
Water is another big concern for us, especially considering we’re travelling through the scorching desert. In front of me, I see Minho throwing his empty bottle away angrily. Without a word, I simply hand him my nearly empty flask to which he happily takes with a small smile of gratitude.
We’ve made it past all of the sand dunes by now and are travelling across the flat land between us and the mountains. I think it used to be an ocean or something before the Scorch considering the amount of turned over ships that we have passed and used as brief shelters from the sun.
The only thing worse than the silence now is the weariness that is seeping into our bones. I can barely keep myself up as I stumble, putting one foot in front of the other. The others are also feeling this as Aris quickly announces that we should take a break.
Thomas is hesitant to agree, eyeing the still large distance between us and the mountains, but he does agree when he sees how tired we all are and that the sun will be setting soon.
Unable to find any boats to use as shelter, we are forced to sleep in the open. This means that we can’t make a fire to keep us warm, though, as WICKED might be able to see it.
