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11. Everyone Has Someone

I'm back from my holiday, so here's a new chapter my lovelies.

Q: Who's read 'Red Queen', by Victoria Aveyard? If not, find it, buy it, and read it god damn it! It's amazing!
Also, it's going to be made into a movie, and directed by Elizabeth Banks!

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They had been traveling for what felt like ages, when finally, they reached their destination. Yesterday, Frypan had come running back to the group, after they had all separated to find Thomas and Brenda, along with food and supplies. He told them all, that he had seen three people pull a gun on their friends, and take them into a building.

So before that building, they stand.

It is a real roughed up place. It seems to be a warehouse, and there are a lot of people hanging around it. Jorge believes that this is where Brenda might be, because they needed to find someone who could help us find the way to the Safe Haven.

"So, this is the plan. The people in here, they aren't going to go down without a fight. I need you all to understand, that there is gon' be some blood being spilt. If you're not okay with that, you best stay here, ladies and gents." Jorge stands before us all, looking ready to charge into this building.

Lori smiles, he really cares for Brenda. He must have taken her in after the sun rays turned their city into the Scorch.
When you first meet him, he seems kinda like the guy who would rip your throat out, but I guess he does care for someone.

Everyone has someone they care about. Don't they?

Minho looks around at his companions, before smirking at the Crank. "We've seen enough blood to last a life time. A little more ain't gonna hurt any of these shanks." He turns to Newt for reassurance.

The blonde nods, "Let's go save Tommy," he chuckles under his breath.

They all walk towards the building at what would be considered a normal rate, so as not to draw attention to themselves. They all crowd around the door, and Jorge holds up his fist, pointing a finger up one at a time.

One. . . two . . . three . . .

He kicks the door open, and they all storm into the main room, where there are many Cranks standing around.
The boys separate, leaving Clara and I to guard the door. Punches are thrown and voices are raised as bodies are thrown around the room.
God, why is fighting always so loud? Lori thinks to herself with an internal sigh.

When a Crank comes lunging towards the two girls, they react immediately, to both their surprises. Clara takes her knee to the man's stomach, and when he's down, Lori ball up her fist and punches the man right in the nose.

The man goes down with a thud, hitting the dusty, wooden floors.
Lori looks the man over. Definitely becoming a Crank.
His hair is already beginning to fall out, and the drool oozing out of his mouth has a pinkish tinge. Though that's probably from being punched in the face.

"Come on," Lori grabs Clara's arm, and leads them both further into the room. They go along the skirting of the room, trying to find another door. Weaving between Cranks and Gladers alike, they finally find what they were looking for.

Clara turns to the boys, "Minho! I think we found where they might be." Minho looks up for the slightest second, nods, then takes out the Crank he had been fighting in one swift movement.

The room is silent, with only the Gladers to make any noise. They had taken on a room full of Cranks. Some lay on the ground, dead or alive, Lori wasn't entirely sure. As they walk, Newt, Frypan and the other Gladers stand guard of those who are not unconscious.
Minho walks over, before opening the door slowly, knives at the ready. The girls follow close behind, walking down a small staircase.