A Group B fanfiction following Group B's Keeper of the Runners (Minho's equivalent), Rogue. This story is split into II parts: most events before Rachel & Aris, and all events after.
'Then, next to her, another girl. And another beside that one. She...
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THE NEXT THIRTY minutes were an eruption of chaos. Despite the unchanging light — no sun, no blue sky — the Glen felt as though it had been plunged into darkness. Sonya and Harriet had quickly rallied the Jailers and put them in charge of organising their respective groups, herding everyone into the Lodge within the hour.
The Brickies, in the absence of Beth, were tasked with building barricades at each open Gate. Though Rogue knew there wasn't enough time or materials to make them truly effective, she understood Harriet's strategy: keep people busy, delay the inevitable panic.
Rogue worked alongside the Brickies, collecting every loose item they could find and piling them in the gaps, nailing things together as best they could. The makeshift barricades looked pathetic and terrified her — they wouldn't stand a chance against the strength of the Crawlers.
As Rogue worked, she caught glimpses of the other girls. Torches were gathered and distributed to as many people as possible; Sonya planned for everyone to sleep in the Lodge that night, with the lights killed.
Hashslinger was tasked with removing the non-perishable food from the Kitchens and storing it in the Lodge, preparing for the possibility of their entrapment. Others gathered supplies and weapons; Rogue saw Miyoko carrying armloads of weapons from the basement to the main building. Harriet made it clear: they couldn't take any chances. The Lodge would be their fortress, and they would defend it at all costs.
'Rogue!' It was Rachel. Rogue stopped walking so suddenly that Rachel almost collided with her. 'You have to listen to me,' she insisted, breathless. 'Make it quick, Rach,' Rogue said. 'We have to let the boy go. Aris.'
Rogue huffed, tossing another plank towards the West Gate. 'We don't have time for this, finchface.' Rachel grabbed her arm, halting her movements. 'Listen to me! There's something about him — I think he and I were send here to help end this whole thing.'
'Yeah — end it by letting the Crawlers in for supper? You said it yourself, Rachel. The boy's the trigger.' Rachel groaned. 'Well, yeah, but I don't think that's what it means — the walls not closing.' Rogue folded her arms, her frustration evident. 'What are you talking about?'
'I think... I think we're here as a part of some weird experiment, or test, or... something like that. But it's supposed to end somehow, right? We can't live here forever. Whoever sent us here... the Makers, wants it to end. One way or another.' Rachel let out a large sigh.
Rogue rubbed her eyes, contemplating. It was a reasonable theory — she had thought it a game, but a test sounded all too familiar. Maybe Rachel was right. 'What does this have to do with the boy, then?'
