″ i knew it would all come crashing down when i came to the point where i would leave the whole world behind for you. ‶
[Winner of the E-Awards: "Best Series"]
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Olivia, Newt and...
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"Wait–You're Group B?" I ask, lowering my knife.
"Yes. This is my second in command, Sonya. Who are you?" She asks, not putting her weapon down.
"My name is Olivia, I'm part of Group A."
She puts her dagger away. "Really?"
"Yeah, this is Minho," I pull the boy up next to me. "Um, Newt and Frypan and this is Aris."
"Aris? He's with you?"
I remember that Aris belongs to them.
He steps forward. "Harriet? Sonya?" He asks. "Oh my God." He whispers and runs to the girls, embracing them both in a warm hug.
He lets go of them, looking them over. "I missed you guys."
"I can't believe you're alive. We thought they killed you," Sonya says. She has strawberry blonde hair, falling in waves around her pale face. She is gorgeous. She looks at me. "Wait, did you say your name was Olivia?"
"Um, yes." I say.
She turns to Harriet, whispers something in her ear. Harriet looks at me, a different expression in her face.
"Come here." She orders.
Weirdly, I obey, intimidated by her fierceness.
"Give me your arm."
I do.
She grabs my wrist, and then I remember my tattoo.
To be killed by Group B.
"This is her," She says to Sonya. "Should we kill her?"
I stumble backwards, pulling my knife out again. "Don't you dare touch me!" I shout, hand shaking in fear.
Newt jumps in front of me, surprisingly. "Touch her and I'll slit your throat." He says sternly.
"No! No we aren't gonna kill her. We can't kill her, this is just one of their tests." Sonya tells Harriet. Harriet eyes me suspiciously.
"Tests. What do you mean?" I ask.
Sonya sighs. "This man, he called himself Mr. Janson. Before we left, he told us that they were mapping our brains. That everything they put us through is a trial, to see how we react."
Before I can reply, a loud scream sounds throughout the streets.
"We got a mob of Goners!" Someone yells and stampede of bodies comes hurdling around the corner.
They are Past the Gone. I can tell from their veiny bodies and gory skin conditions, the rabid looks in their eyes as they run towards us.
