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❝relying on the kindness of strangers❞
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"OKAY, LET'S GO, LET'S GO," THOMAS URGED THEM ONCE THEY HAD ALL GOTTEN FREE. Iris pulled the rope off from around her ankles so that she could stand up, but she shoved the rope into her bag in case they needed it later. She swore that Teresa had something against her because when the girl was helping everyone down, she did Newt and then walked right past Iris to help Jem. The blonde girl might have just been being paranoid, though, because she could not think of any reason why the girl would not like her. She was not the biggest fan of the girl, but she did not dislike her.
She glanced up, and her eyes widened when she saw a man pointing his gun straight at Thomas's head. She glanced at the boy that was helping Frypan up and realized that he did not notice the guy with the weapon. She spoke up to warn him, "Thomas..." The boy looked up at her, and she pointed to the man. He whipped around, everyone else following his lead, and they all put their hands up quickly.
As soon as Jem's eyes landed on the gun, he grabbed Iris by the arm and pulled her ever so slightly behind him, prepared to grab her and duck if the man's finger moved ever so slightly.
"We're not trying to cause any trouble, okay? We just got to get out of here," Thomas told him, but Iris did not think that the guy was going to allow that. It was the same man that had asked Jorge what he was doing when he was talking to the hanging teenagers earlier.
