EUNEIROPHRENIA:
•the peaceful state of mind that comes after waking up from a pleasant dream.
after they finally found their way out, they were met with yet another danger: the scorch. will they survive and get to the safe place?
TMR, MINHO
-STATU...
"just dont give up I am working it out please don't give in i won't let you down"
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WE FOLLOWED BRENDA through a labyrinthine building - a huge structure unlike anything I'd ever seen. It almost seemed alive, as if every nook hid some sort of secret or trap. Thick machinery hum and the low murmur of voices filled the air, punctuated now and then with the clank of metal. The people here seemed all focused, driven by some purpose not known. Brenda mentioned some guy named Jorge, someone who wanted to meet us, and a cold knot of unease settled in my gut.
"Who's Jorge?" Thomas asked. His voice was edged with suspicion.
"You'll see," she returned mysteriously. The humor danced in her eyes. " No one's come out of the Scorch in a long time. You've just got him curious. And me, too.«
The feeling that we were being watched prickled the hairs on the back of my neck as we moved further into the building. I turned slightly to catch the stare of a man who walked beside us, his eyes locking onto me. His smile was a jagged line of missing teeth, and the low chuckle that he emitted went down my spine like a shiver. I spun my head back, facing the path ahead of me, as though that would make what I had just seen disappear from my brain.
"Let's just hear him out. See what the man has to say,« Thomas said, cutting the tension. He stepped onto a broad, dark staircase that creaked with an eerie sigh with every step into the cavernous space.
We followed Brenda through a small, dark room – it was more traplike than a place to hold a meeting. A flickering light showed barely enough of the rough walls of this tiny room; it smelled of sour sweat and something metallic.
"Jorge, they're here," Brenda called out.
A figure stooping near the window, fiddling with a battered radio - the indistinct chatter sputtering out before he swore and slammed it off. " Do you ever get the feeling like the whole world is against you?" he asked, turning to us with a tired grin.
Rosa snorted, folding her arms. "All the time."
Jorge's smile faltered for a moment before his face set once more in stone. " Three questions: Where did you come from? Where are you going? How can I profit?«
We looked at each other, silence hanging heavy with a reluctance to share any secrets.
" We're off to the mountains,« Alan said, stepping forward with a shrug as if it was obvious.
Jorge raised an eyebrow, unimpressed.
"We're looking for the Right Arm," Thomas said, his voice steady.
The men who had been hanging off the back of the room erupted into a rough laughter that echoed around the walls. I caught Nick rolling his eyes, and Cloe froze, standing well out of her depth.
