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8. Thirteen

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Lori awoke to the sound of rain battering against glass. A memory flashed back to her.

A white room. Screaming. Red dots canvassing parts of the white floor. A woman. Her mother.

The memory made her wary of opening her eyes, yet she knew she had no choice. A place like the Scorch allows no opportunity for fear. You have to push through, or fall behind. And Lori knew, that she refused to die. She needed to know why this was all happening.
There's got to be more to it than just the Scorch and the Flare. There had to be a real reason for sending us out here.

Lori finally slipped her eyes open, scanning the room. Some sort of building. Maybe an office building. She was laying beside Newt, who seemed to be sleeping. And poor Minho, who was struck by the lightening, lays at Thomas' feet, flinching at his every movement. Lori could only imagine the pain he was feeling.

At an attempt to sit up, she partially understood, as a wave of nausea overtook her body. Touching her fingers to her head, she felt something damp upon her hair. Holding her fingers to the light, the substance showed itself to be blood. Of course she was bleeding. When is one of them ever not injured?

The strawberry blonde lies back down, careful not to lay on Newt or wake him up. No one was currently awake, so she decides to attempt to get some more sleep. Unfortunately, sleep refused to bide by her request, so she ended up lying down on the floor in silence until someone else decided to wake up.

The first to wake is Newt, who when she looks up, is staring up at the roof. Lori looks up to try and spot what he's focusing on, but there's nothing up there. Maybe a few holes, where the rain is leaking through slightly, but nothing that interesting that you would stare so intently at.

"You okay?" She inquires quietly, so that she would not wake anyone up.

Newt looked as if he jumped slightly at her words. "What? Oh, uh, I'm fine. Thanks."

Lori pushes herself up against the wall beside him, as he turns his gaze back to the roof once more. "Well, you don't look fine."
Newt smirks, as if she said something amusing. He just continues to ignore her stare, which is clearly turned his way.
"Seriously. How much sleep did you get last night?"

"Not much."

"Not much meaning . . . "

Newt lolls his head to the side with a sigh, "I didn't get any."
Lori's eyes went wide, and just as she opened his mouth, he began speaking again. "And I'm guessing you're about to ask why. To put it simply, if we all sleep, we might not all wake up. I can't risk that. Not with how small a number of us made it this far."

"So, you're scared," Lori asks carefully, before quickly adding, "Not that it's a bad thing. We're all scared, but not all of us are willing to do something about it."

"Of course I'm scared," Newt almost mumbles. "If you ain't scared, you ain't human," he states with a smile. A small memory sparks in the back of Lori's mind. Alby. That sounds like something Alby said back in the Glade.

Before he died.

Newt finally looks Lori in the eyes, "You know, from what I remember, you're the one who scared nice and easy. Still the same?"