The Death Cure Girl

05

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Right after I read the note, I ran inside the Berg to grab a pair of shoes from one of the cargo boxes. I also explained to Newt that Gally was alive and he wants to see me. Once I found a pair I put them on straight away. Newt said he'd guard the Berg, while we head into Denver, plus those who aren't immune aren't allowed in there, as Allison said.

Newt pulled me in for a soft long kiss, but the kiss was strange as if he was trying to tell me something.
Newt pulled his lips away, and embraced me in a hug. Something didn't feel right. But I decided to shake it off, as I pulled away and walked out of the Berg.

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Allison and I headed towards the doors. I hesitated. I looked up at the wall - it reminded me of the Maze, and a quick flash of the horrible night when I ran into the Maze to try and save Thomas, Alby and Minho and when I first came encounter with a Griever and when I had to help Thomas tie Alby in the thick ivy and hid from the Grievers. I was thankful that these walls were bare.

"Just to let you know" Allison says knocking me out of my thoughts. "We're using our real names with fake last names. All they'll really care about in the end is that we're immune - they'll love putting us on record. We won't have more than a day or two before they hunt us down to do something for the government. We're valuable." Allison explains to me.

I just nod my head in agreement.

"Here take this." As she hands me a paper document.

"Whats this for?" I ask.

"Jorge gave me these, there fake documents for all of us, he created them himself, his a master thief" she explains.

I open the document and scan through it. "No kidding."

The walk to the exit seemed to take for ever, the huge walk and doors growing taller and taller as we approached them. When we finally made it to the foot of the immense doors, an electronic buzz sounded from somewhere, followed by a female voice.

"State your names and your business."
Allison answered very loudly. "I'm Allison Argent and this is Bella Thompson, you've already met my boss, Jorge Gallarga, we're his associates. I have all the necessary paperwork with me if you want to check it out."

"Hold please" the voice directed.
We waited for at least several minutes, gosh I hope they haven't found out who we truly are. Then there came a sound of clicks rattled the air, followed by a loud thunk. Then one of the iron doors swung outward, its hinges squealing. I peered through the widening crack and was relieved to see that the narrow alley on the other side was empty. At the end stood another huge wall with another set of doors. Those doors looked more modern, though, and several screens and panels were set into the cement to their right.