Why Can't I Hate You?

~17~

Someone shook me. Waking me up from a well needed sleep. I wanted to tell them to shuck off, that my job was uneventful anyway. But I wasn't in the glade.

"Y/n! We gotta go come on!" Minho shook me awake.

The helicopter was on the ground. It was all dark and blaring. Minho grabbed my hands and helped me onto the sand.

The man from before was shooting a rifle into the distance. He looked at us, like he was surprised to see us. "GO! Get out of here!"

He fired a shot, and a person who didn't quite look normal fell into the sand face first. They must have the flare, the virus Doctor Ava Paige talked about. What alarmed me the most about it is how similar it looked to the changing. I recalled Ben, and when we banished him.

Minho took my hand and pulled me ahead towards a huge modern building. The lights illuminated it in the dusk. The sand swallowed my feet with every step, making me stumble.

We made it into the building with the others where we were taken into a room. There was a table with food spread across it. Every kind of food you could imagine. Rushing forward, we all started filling our plates and eating, like a room of starved lions. I bit into a chicken leg, savouring the deliciousness.

Minho grabbed a handful of rice and threw it in my direction. I squealed, grabbing a handful myself, throwing it back. For a moment, we forgot about everything.

With full stomachs, we sat around, waiting for someone to come back. The energy in the room was calmer, but we still had no less of an idea what was going on.

"How do we even know we can trust these people?" Thomas asked.

"They saved us from wicked, I think that's trustworthy." Newt answered.

"So long as I don't have to listen to Minho's snoring anymore." I joked.

"I don't snore!" He protested.

"Sure, sure you don't." I imitaded snoring.

He got up from the floor and swung me over his shoulder.

"Minho put me down!" I squealed.

"Not until you say I don't snore."

"Fine, ok! You don't snore!"

He lowered me onto the ground, his mouth in a wide grin. Just then, the door clicked open, and a man strolled in. "I hope you've got your energy back."

"Who are you?" Thomas questioned.

"You can call me Mr Janson. You're in a sort of sanctuary from the outside world. Wicked can't reach you here. You're Immunity to the flare is a gift, but it also makes you a target. Unfortunately, there won't be much left of where you came from, so we're going to take you somewhere safe. But first, I think we should get rid of that smell. I'll take you to the showers."

We followed him through the building. All the walls were blindingly white, and the corridors seemed to go on forever.

"Boys." He pointed to the left, then right,"girls."

Me and Teresa went into the girls' showers. There were loads of shower cubicles, and only two of us. So we had the whole thing to ourselves. I hung my clothes over the door and turned the shower on.

Hot water hit my skin, washing away the grime, the dirt, and the blood, which wasn't mine. I ran my hands through my hair, detangling any knots and letting the water cleanse it.

Feeling refreshed, I wrapped myself up in a towel and got out. There were two chairs by the door, one had clothes on it. Teresa must have already dressed and left. It was nice to wear a white shirt that was actually its colour, and the green cargo pants made my butt look nice. Once I laced up my boots, I went back out into the hallway. The boys were lined up outside, resting on the wall.