A Coalition of Chaos: The Scorch Trails

Arrival

Ray's POV

Minho's screaming Thomas' name but he won't wake up. I don't blame him though, I wouldn't want to wake up into a world Chuck is no longer in anymore, but right now we've almost landed and we need to go.
He finially wakes up.

'Lets go! Lets go! We gotta go!' A man ushers us out the helicopter, pulling Thomas out after he takes to long.

The rest have already started heading towards the building were being lead to. I start to treak towards it, noticing that Thomas is lagging behing me.

'Wait, wait, wait!' I hear, turning back I see Thomas run once again to the helicopter, the uniformed men instructing him to get back, that we don't have the time.
Why? Whats going on?

He grabs something just as he was pulled, once again, from the flying vehicle, thats when I realised what he'd gone back for and understand why he did. Chuck. His carved figure, now swolen in his blood.

'Move! We got cranks.'
'Not safe out here, kid'
'Move'
'Go!'
We keep on getting screamed at, I can't take it, what does it look like I'm doing pal, rehearsing for the nutcracker to be preformed at the royal opra house next Wednesday?

We aren't that short behind the rest of the gladers and we soon carch up to them once we're inside.

We turn to see the doors closing, putting a barrier between us and the armed men protecting us from the crank swarmed desert.

Turning around I spot winston and move besides him for comfort.

We are lead from the large open space we just entered and lead into another large, yet more confined, room. Lining a long table is food, we are told to help ourselves and wait. And that we did.

We all claimed our spots to relax in and waited on full stomachs, ears greadily feasting on any sound made in the atmosphere of silent satisfaction.

Our time of relaxation is brief and short lived when a guide opend the door and a man, with distinct rat-like features, followed through.

We all stood and walked towards Rat-Man.

'You kids doing all right?' Interesting, he even sounds like a rat. 'Sorry about all of the fuss. We had ourselves a bit of a swarm.' No kidding, I could tell from all of the running.

'Of what your little rat buddies?' I mumbled, but not quite enough such that Rat-Man didn't hear.

'Now, now, that's no way to talk the the people behind your rescue' oops.. Did i say that out loud?

'Well if someone informed us of what the bloody hell was going on we wouldn't have to be so defensive!' Newt defended.

'Who are you?' Thomas asks.

'He's a rat-Man, that's what!' I shared his nickname, quite enough so noone but the gladers would hear, with Winston, who had to prevent himself from laughing, in fear of being heared.

'I'm the reason you're all still alive,' he smugly replied, I huff and Winston nudges me in reassurance, I swear I'm going to wipe that arrogance from that rat's face one way or another, sooner or later. 'It's my intention to keep you that way. Now, come with me. We'll get you kids squared away.'

'Who exactly  is 'we',' I shout after him as he backs away, indicating for us to follow, but he just carries on walking. Loathsome git.

'You can call me Mr. Janson. I run this place, '

'I can also call you Rat-man.' I mumble to anyone able to hear my bearly audible speach.

'For us it is a sanctuary, safe from the horrors of the outside world.'

'Just what are those horrors?' your little rat buddies? Again I was ignored.

I zone out. What's the point in listening, if i don't understand what the rat is talking about and he isn't giving us all the details what's the need in listening.

I zone back in just as he says 'beyond this door is the beginning of your new lives,' the door opens 'but first lets do something about that smell.' Well you wouldn't smell too good either buddy, having just escaped WICKED, after who knows how long we spent in the maze.