i know that
if i die, my
only choice is
still defending
★
you shall go west,
and face the one who has turned,
you shall find what was stolen,
and see it safely returned,
you shall be betrayed by
one who calls you a friend,
and you shall fail to...
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They had been walking through the ruined city for days, searching for any signs of life.
Every building they came across was either abandoned or partially collapsed. The air was thick with the stench of decay, and the streets were littered with debris and rubble.
"This place is like a ghost town," Matt muttered, kicking a piece of broken glass out of their path.
"Yeah, no kidding," Luke said, looking around with a grim expression. "I don't think anyone's been here in a long time."
They continued to walk, their footsteps echoing off the empty buildings around them.
The city seemed eerily quiet, the only sound the occasional creak of a door or the distant rustle of leaves.
They came across an old shop, the windows boarded up and the sign hanging lopsided on its hinges. Hugo pushed open the door, and they entered the dusty old store.
Inside, they found broken furniture and trash everywhere. The store seemed like it had been looted a long time ago, with its once-stocked shelves now empty and barren.
As they continued to search, they came across a group of rebels hiding in a basement. They were a small group, only a few members, but they seemed like they knew the city and the surrounding area pretty well.
"Who are you guys?" a tall rebel asked, eyeing them suspiciously. "What do you want?"
Vicky stepped forward, her heart racing with hope and desperation. "Excuse me," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "Have you seen a woman named Vivian Rosewood? She's my mother."
The rebels exchanged glances, and the tall one took a step forward. "We might have," he said cautiously. "Can you describe her for us?"
Vicky described her mother as best as she could. "She's tall, with red hair and green eyes, and she always carries a bow and arrows with her. Have you seen her?"
The rebels looked at each other again, clearly recognizing the description. "Yeah, we've seen her," the tall one said. "She's been passing through here every so often. Last time we saw her, she was heading east. Said she was looking for something important."
Vicky's eyes widened at this information. "Wait, did she come here with anything or anyone?" she asked urgently.
"Yeah," the rebel said, nodding. "She came here with a ship and a group of teenagers. We don't know what they were doing here, but they seemed pretty desperate for something."
The rebel's eyes squinted as he thought. "Yeah... boys, all of 'em. Got a few girls as well. Dark-skin, black hair... They were all around the same age, pretty young looking."
Vicky felt her heart skip a beat as she listened to the description. It sounded like the Gladers. But what could they be doing here?
Luke spoke up next. "Did they say where they were going?"
