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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ROGUE'S mind went blank.
The words echoed through her skull like a bell: It got her head.
She stared down at the metal ball resting against her boot, her body refusing to move even though every instinct screamed at her to run. Around her, the Glenner's voices rose, boots scraped, hands grabbed for someone, anyone.
Rogue forced herself forward, pushing through the swarm of girls. Shoulders slammed into hers, someone's nails caught her arm, another girl stumbled past her crying. But she pushed anyway, deeper, until her foot hit something soft.
Her breath caught.
She crouched, reaching down in the dark—
—and smacked her head hard against someone else's.
"Ouch!"
The voice beside her hissed in pain. Harriet. Of course, Harriet was already there.
Rogue rubbed her forehead, heart still pounding. "Sorry," she breathed.
"Yeah, me too," Harriet said.
Rogue's hand trembled as she reached forward again. Her fingers brushed against fabric, denim. A leg. She followed the shape upward, to a jacket. A shoulder. Then the neck.
Her hand found nothing above it.
No head.
A wave of nausea surged through her chest. She jerked her hand back and wiped it furiously on her jeans, trying not to gag. The air tasted metallic now.
Too dark to see who it was. The body lay twisted on the floor, limp and terrifyingly small. Rogue swallowed hard. "Do you— do you know who it was?" she managed.
Harriet's voice came low and sharp from beside her. "No flinching clue."
Rogue heard her stand, and then Harriet's voice rose above the girls, slightly strained. "Listen up! I'm calling names. Shout back when you hear yours."
The noise of panic simmered a little.
Sonya called back, Hash called back, and so did Florence. The roll call continued. "Miyoko! Teresa! Diana! Charlotte! Emmy! Wally! Alejandra!"
Each voice echoed back from somewhere in the dark. Maybe fifteen others followed, but then Harriet began to run out of names. She hesitated, fumbling.
"I can help," Sonya said quickly. Her voice wavered. "Let's see— Rita?" A girl Rogue could only assume was Rita called back. Sonya continued, "Inge?"
