The Scorch Trials (Fanfiction)

Chapter 4

(Newt's POV)

For the next five days, we were deprived of food. We had plenty of water from the bathrooms, but we could only last so long without food. What everyone did was lie on their bed, drifting in and out of sleep. The only times they moved were to get a drink from the bathroom. As I flicked my eyes over to where Chloe was curled up, I was honestly worried the she was dead: she hadn't moved the whole day. In the past five days, she'd barely moved two inches. Closing my eyes, I fell asleep hoping it wasn't my last.

'Ow!' I yelped, sitting upright.

'Wakey wakey.' Minho grinned at me as he devoured an apple.

Finding one in my own lap, I began eating it as fast as I could. Noticing Chloe was still curled up, I nodded towards her.

'She okay? She's barely moved.'

Minho shrugged as he looked at her.

'I dunno. You can wake her up, I'm gonna get some more food.'

I struggled to get off my bed and over to hers, but I somehow managed it. Shaking her shoulder, I almost sighed with relief when she mumbled something. Seeing as I couldn't wake her up that way, I rolled her off the bed and onto the floor. Much to my surprise, she was on her feet almost straight away, green eyes dim, but still threatening.

'You are so dead.' She growled.

'Nice to see you're alive.' I replied.

I thought I saw something flicker in her eyes, but it was gone almost instantly. Thankfully it provided me with the time I needed. I bolted out the door and into the common room with Chloe on my heels. I will admit; I was shocked to see a massive pile of food there. A sharp punch on my shoulder snapped me out of my daze. When I turned around however, she wasn't there. When I turned back around, I saw Chloe picking up a bottle of water and something small before taking it to a corner. Noticing a man in a white suit (who reminded me strongly of a rat) with his feet propped up on a tattered desk, reading a book in a corner, I asked Thomas what was up with him.

'No clue. He won't say anything. Just keeps telling us to eat. Watch out for the invisible barrier in front of him.' He replied.

Following Chloe's example, I grabbed some food from the pile and joined her in a corner. As I approached her, I was pleased to see her eyes were now bright and full of life. She was eating quite slowly though, something I didn't quite understand at the time but did later on. After devouring a bunch of stuff and downing half a bottle of water, I joined the Gladers who'd finished eating in front of the Rat Man. I was sitting next to Thomas and Chloe, while Minho was next to Thomas. When all the remaining Gladers had finished and joined us, the Rat Man stood up and began to speak. I heard Chloe mutter things quietly in Latin, but she only taught us a tiny bit, so I didn't know what she was saying. Minho sudden began yelling stuff at the Rat Man. I reached around Thomas and punched Minho to make him stop.

'Zip it! Just let him speak.'

Minho swore and punched me back. Chloe sighed and covered her face with her hand, muttering in Latin. After a little while of 'punchies', she got up and dragged me a few feet away from Minho.

'Stop it you two. You're both acting like kids.' She scolded.

As we could no-longer hit each other, we proceeded to throw death-glares at each other instead.

'As I was saying,' Rat Man continued, 'You all have been given Virus VC321xb47, or more commonly known as The Flare. Also, a Flat Trans will appear here at six am tomorrow morning. It will only be open for five minutes, so you must be ready to go beforehand. If you choose not to go, you will not survive. Now, to other business matters, Miss Willows,' he said, turning to face Chloe. 'When I leave, a bag will be left behind. Please make sure you claim it, as the things inside were very expensive. Thank you.'