𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 || 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧

❝Sometimes i think i'm a killer.❞

IRIS'S HAND FLEW TO HER MOUTH RIGHT BEFORE THE FIRST BOMB DROPPED. She had seen the aircrafts just before they shot a missile out of it. It landed right in the middle of the camp and set a very large area of land on fire. She flew to her feet and gestured to Jem as she began running down to where the fight was about to happen, assuming Jme would be right behind her. "Come on, come on!"

"Where's Thomas?" Minho questioned when she got down to the bottom. They ducked behind a couple of barrels as a bunch of WICKED soldiers ran past them. He spotted Vince standing on the bed of a truck and Harriet beside him. They were shooting at some of the WICKED men. Minho called to them. "Vince! Harriet!"

"Come on! Over here!" Harriet shouted when she spotted them.

They looked around to make sure the coast was clear, and that was when Iris realized that Jem wasn't with her. She searched frantically but didn't see him anywhere. Minho was trying to tug her along, so she turned around and yelled, "Where's Jem?"

"We'll find him, but we gotta go," he assured her, and she let him pull her over to where Harriet and Vince were, still looking around for any sign of the dark-haired boy. Where the hell had he gone?

Once they sprinted over to the truck and joined the two, Frypan questioned, "How can we help?"

"You need to cover us! Hey! Do you know how to use this thing?" Vince asked Minho, but he did not wait for an answer before handing him the gun in his hand as Harriet passed out the other guns to the rest of the Gladers. "Cover me! This fifty's our only chance!" They continued to shoot at the men while Vince did whatever the hell he was doing.