A MAZE RUNNER TRILOGY
"And one day someone walks into your life,
a total stranger, and they become so important
to you. And while you're only known them such a short time,
you feel you're loved them for a lifetime."
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THE TRUCK MADE IT TO THE TOP of the pass, rolling to a stop. Harriet hopped out first, striding down the slope with Sonya right beside her. The pair didn't hesitate, moving with the confidence of people who belonged here. Behind them, Elizabeth and Aris caught up.
Thomas helped Madylin step out of the car. She blinked against the harsh light, the cold air creeping onto her still exposed skin, eliciting an involuntary shiver in her thin clothes.
The others spilled out of the two trucks. Jorge and Brenda hopped out last, and Brenda almost stumbled to catch her footing. She looked even paler than before, the shadows under her eyes almost black, along with her lips. Madylin slid over to them, hovering close enough to be a shield if needed.
"They've been planning this for over a year," Harriet announced, her voice steady, "this is all for us." She waved a hand, taking in the crowded tents, the rows of makeshift showers, and a few kids running around. Almost the whole population—maybe a hundred?—stared at them from all directions.
"You're lucky we found you when we did," Sonya added, "We've only just arrived at first light." She glanced at a nearby soldier, "Where's Vince?"
The soldier, a woman maybe thirty with her hair hacked off and a rifle on her back, pointed with her chin at a tent near the center, where the only patch of grass had survived the apocalypse.
"Somewhere over there, I think."
"Who's Vince?" Thomas asked, catching up to the front of the group. He kept glancing back at Brenda, worry plain on his face.
"He's the one who decides if you get to stay," Harriet replied, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips.
Madylin shivered again, but this time from nerves.
Minho kicked at a rock as they walked, "I thought the Right Arm was supposed to be an army."
"Yeah, we are," a gruff voice responded.
A man emerged from a large, sturdy tent, his blonde hair pulled back from a face etched with harsh lines. A thick beard framed a mouth set in a firm frown. He wore battered fatigues and boots that looked stolen off a corpse. His blue-gray eyes went up and down the group, seeming to have witnessed too much. "This is all that's left of us. A lot of good people died getting us this far." His gaze landed on Harriet. "Who are they?"
Madylin felt a prickle of worry. This must be Vince. She could practically feel the weight of his authority. "They're Immunes," Harriet replied, "Caught them climbing the mountains."
