A Group B fanfiction following Group B's Keeper of the Runners (Minho's equivalent), Rogue. Read the Scorch Trials through the perspective of Group B.
'Every time she closed her eyes, she saw them-her friends and their bodies. She saw Rachel and Ada...
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EVERY girl went to bed early that night, curling up as best they could, trying to squeeze in a full night's sleep before the Flat Trans opened. They didn't talk much after lights out. Not because they weren't tired, but because the weight of what might come next suffocated them. The silence in the dorm was thick and restless.
Rogue couldn't sleep.
She tossed, shifted, sighed. Her bunk felt like a slab of stone, her pillow too flat, the blanket too rough. Every sound, every shuffle, breath, creak of the bed frame above her kept her awake. She must've drifted off at some point, but it felt like seconds later when all the Glenners' issued watches started beeping in unison.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Rogue groaned and slapped hers quiet. 5:30 A.M. glared back at her in harsh red light.
The girls were stirring, rubbing sleep from their eyes, stretching limbs that were stiff from restless positions, and tying their knotted hair back into whatever semblance of order they could muster.
Rogue pushed herself up, stretching her arms until her shoulders popped. She glanced at the bunk across the room. Wally was sprawled on her side, snoring softly through the beeping of her watch.
Rogue looked at Hash, who met her gaze instantly. The two grinned.
"On three," Hash whispered.
They crept closer to Wally's bed. Rogue counted down under her breath, three, two, one! And slammed her hand against the metal frame while Hash yelled, "Up and at 'em, Wally!"
Wally shot up with a scream, cracking her head on the bunk above.
"Ouch—!" she yelped, clutching her forehead. "Stupid– Finching– Klankbaskets!"
Hash was wheezing with laughter, practically doubled over. Rogue burst out laughing too, but as soon as she saw Wally's face crumple, guilt hit her hard. She reached out instinctively.
"Sorry, Wally, I didn't mean to—"
"I hate you two," Wally grumbled, rubbing her head. But the corners of her mouth twitched, and a moment later even she was laughing.
"You'll live," Rogue teased.
The tension broke. The dorm was suddenly full of giggles and chatter, the sleepy fog evaporating.
By the time they all shuffled into the gym, everyone seemed half-awake at least.
The room looked almost the same as yesterday, except the long tables were once again loaded with food. Crates of energy bars, fruit, sealed packs of jerky, bottles of water lined up like little soldiers. Rogue let out a low whistle.
