Mended [Book Two] COMPLETED

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Charlotte let out a dry laugh. "That's why they wanted to take me, wasn't it?" She threw her hands up in the air just as Thomas was getting to his feet.

"You've got to be kidding me. They could've just let me die when I went down the cliff! They could've just not put me in the Scorch! There was a much simpler way to do this!"

No one stopped her as she walked away and around a few big rocks. They were on a base of a mini hill, and she stomped her way up it, ignoring the rattling pain in her wrist.

The wind was beginning to kick up again, but the sky was painted a deep blue, with hints of reds, pinks, and purples. There were no clouds to be seen, no sand was kicking up around her. She sighed in relief, it was a false alarm of another storm.

After about twenty minutes, she reached the top of the tiny hill. The wind was still the same, a nice cooling breeze against the humid air. 

She stood at the very top of the hill, looking down and at the city that they had left behind. The buildings were skyscrapers, fading into the blue above. Windows were broken, cranks were screaming. She decided to move her gaze to the other side of the hill.

Before her unraveled a large plain, filled with sand swirling up into the air and rocks. Nothing else could be seen. No buildings, no sign of life, nothing.

But yet, the sight was still amazing. Bright, yet deep colors were splattered along the horizon. She took the elastic out of her hair, letting the ginger locks flow free for the first time in a while.

Within that moment, time became still. Everything seemed to stop except for the wind. At first, it was a weird feeling. Then, as it lasted, she became at ease. It was so rare nowadays for her to feel a deep calmness, the last time being in the Glade.

It felt good. It felt good to feel the wind whistle through her ginger strands, to feel her clothes slightly being tugged on, to just be able to close her eyes and not have to worry about something lurking the corner. She felt free, alive, and it was the best feeling in the world.

Unfortunately, it didn't last long. She opened her eyes slowly, and saw a string of movement down in the plain. She quickly scrambled to the edge of the hill and looked down.

Girls. Girls were traveling across the desert plain, backpacks on their backs, sticks in their hands. They all looked around the same age, roughly eighteen. They had bandannas around their mouths so they wouldn't breathe in sand, and their hair was all up.

One stuck out of the rest. The girl was in front of everyone else, supposedly the leader. She had thick, black hair that went a little below her shoulders, and a light blue shirt on.

Teresa.

"Oh shit." She mumbled, then took action, sprinting down the hill to her fellow gladers. It was a fifteen minute run, but she got there in ten. Everyone was by a fire, some sleeping, some keeping watch. She saw that Minho, Thomas, and Newt were all against the same log, wide awake, staring intently at the fire.

"Guys!" She yelled frantically. The three whipped their heads to her. Newt was the first to get up, even with a bad leg he was the fastest.

"What's wrong?" He asked, putting a stray hair behind her ear. "There are girls over the hill, just over there." She said, pointing to the hill where she once was. "They're going in the direction on the safe haven. There's about fifteen of them."

"Group B." Thomas breathed, staring off to the hill. Group B? "There's another group?" She asked, taking a step toward the boy. He just nodded absently. "They have to reach the safe haven as well, then we'll all get the cure."