𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 ➁ - The Scorch Trials, Newt

Chapter 19 - Marcus

'Holy shit!' I bumped right into someone running past us.

'What the hell!' The person screamed. I blinked a few times to recover from the sudden accident.

'What the- Minho?' I gasped when I was the familiar black, perfectly styled hair.

The person turned around and his face lit up. 'Nora!'

It was Minho. I never thought I would've been so happy to see him again. Minho ran over to me and hugged me tightly. 'Oh my god. Where are the others?' Minho asked.

'Newt and Logan are right there.' I let go of Minho and motioned at the two boys behind me.

'Good to see you, man.' Newt hugged Minho too. Logan was next.

'Yo, Minho, where are the others?' I frowned. None of the other Gladers were around. I assumed they had gone with Minho, but what if they didn't?

'Thomas and Brenda never went down the zip line.' Minho sighed. 'Frypan, Teresa, and Jorge have been walking with me for a few days.'

'Where are they now?'

'Somewhere around. But I lost them ten minutes ago. They can't be far.' Minho explained.

'Let's go look for 'em.'

~

'Where did y'all go all these days, Minho?' I asked. They must've done something all the days that me, Logan, and Newt had been walking.

'I told Jorge that we wouldn't help him if we didn't look for you guys first.' Minho explained.

'Wow. Really?'

'Yeah.' Minho replied before looking at me. 'Why does that surprise you so much?'

'I don't know.' I muttered.

The truth was, I didn't expect Minho to look for us. I knew he likes us, but I still didn't think he would look for us, or more specific, me. Minho and Newt were best friends, so that made sense. But why would Minho actually want to search for me? I was a great friend of his, but still. I didn't expect him to care so much about me.

'Did y'all find the Right Arm?' I questioned.

'No. Jorge had a plan, though.' Minho started. 'He said there was this guy, Marcus. He knows where the Right Arm is, so we have to find Marcus.'

'And where's Marcus?'

'In the town.' A voice said. It sounded a bit familiar.

I turned around and saw Jorge, Frypan, and Teresa standing behind us. 'There you are!' I smiled lightly.

'Safe the celebration for later. We gotta move.' Jorge sternly said as he walked closer to us.

'Where to?' I asked. It kind of made sense where we were going, though. Probably to Brenda and Thomas. Jorge would want to look for Brenda. I didn't know what it was between the two of them, but I knew they were really close. Maybe they were family?

'Down the mountain. To the town.' Jorge explained.

My face dropped. 'Are you telling me we walked up this mountain for two days and now we need to go back down?'

'Look. We don't know where Brenda and Thomas are, but Brenda knows where to go and what to do. I trust her and suggest we go to Marcus. It won't take that long to go back down again.'

~

Jorge was right. It took us about a day to get down again. Jorge lead us the way to a town. The town wasn't very crowded, but as we got closer to a certain place, it started to get crowded.

The people who walked around were mostly covered in dirt and wore old, ripped clothes. They looked a little odd, but we probably didn't look any better. I didn't have any dirt on my face after the swim, though.  The only thing that stood out was my clothes. A part of my shirt was ripped because I had used it to treat Logan's wound. There were yellow and brown stains on my shirt, probably from all the sand in the Scorch. And lastly, there must've been a red stain on my pants too, because of my period. Luckily no one could see that since Newt's sweater covered it up perfectly.

'That's where we need to go.' Jorge started walking towards some music. It sounds like a party.
As we walked, it started to get crowded. Very crowded. People pushed me to the side and bumped into me. When I got pushed so hard, I fell onto the ground but quickly got up again, just to realize the others disappeared. Panicked I yelled for them, searching around the crowd.

I got closer to the music, still trying to find the others. Jorge said we had to go there and I hoped I would see them. There hung a white flag on the wall with the red letters Zone A on it. In a rush, I walked over to the front door, but a man stopped me. Suspiciously I looked at him. The man's hair was greasy and bags surrounded his eyes, making him look like he was on something.

'Hello there.' He grinned annoyingly.

'Uhm, hello.' I stammered. Then I decided it would be best to just ask the man about the others. Maybe he saw them.
'I'm searching for some people. A tall, blonde boy and a boy with dark hair, which is perfectly styled. Did u see them?' I tried to be polite.

'You know, I think they might be inside.' The man let out a chuckle.

'Alright. Can I go in?' I simply asked.

'Of course.' The man grabbed something out of the inner pocket of his purple jacket. 'Drink this.' He handed me a clear bottle, filled with a green liquid.

'What's that?' I frowned. It looked poisonous and it didn't seem like a good idea to drink it. Who knew what could happen?

'The price of admission.' The man said. 'Drink it.'

Carefully I took a sip. The liquid left a burning feeling in my throat and it didn't taste very good. I let out some coughs and wiped my mouth dry on my sleeve. 'Can I go in now?'

'Yes.'