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Sam
My eyes flutter open, my arms cradling Alex who was no longer there. I let out a strangled scream, gulping loudly, throat hoarse. I scramble around the helicopter, searching and searching, but to no avail, there is no Alex, no Gladers.
Tears cloud my vision, my breath hitching in my throat. I wipe my eyes with the back of my hand, ears pricking up at the sound of voices. My hands reach for my rucksack strap, and I haul it over to my crumpled body, hooking the strap over my arm and onto my shoulder.
"C'mon lets go!" Someone shouts, tearing me from my thoughts as I tighten the rucksack straps. Minho turns around and grasps my hand in his, dragging me out of the helicopter. We are lead towards a headquarters, white spotlights blazing from the huge building. Machine guns pop from all around us as we sprint from the helicopter. I stare out into the darkness as the helicopter takes off, dark figures being shot down by the guards, the figures making gurgling sounds as they flail their limbs around. What are those things?
The men in black from the helicopter drag us inside the huge building, frantically pressing buttons on a keypad, the large metal doors sliding and groaning shut. The guard tugs down their black mask, ruffling his hair back into place. His radio crackles, a gravelly voice penetrating the gladers' silence: "Code Red! Take the kids up to the storage room. I repeat, take the-" The guard cuts off the radio, clearing his throat.
"Lets go!" He guides us into a dark room, pushing a reluctant Thomas in and flicking on the lights. The door slams shut and the lock clicks, I huff out in frustration, I need answers. Thomas pounds on the door, shouting out in annoyance.
"You guys gotta see this." Frypan croaks, awe clear in his voice, I turn around. An old table rests in the middle of the room, a white tablecloth laying over it, to make it look better. Boxes of pizza lie on the bright white cloth, small candles flickering in the midst of it all. The gladers groan out in hunger.
"Well, what are we waiting for?" Newt laughs, a large grin spread across his face, "Who's hungry?" We dive in, not needing to be asked twice.
We eat, joke around and drink small cups of water from the glass jugs on the table. "More pizza anyone?" Thomas asks, tomato sauce smeared on his cheeks, as he holds up the cheesy goodness.
"No thanks, i'm stuffed!" I groan, laying a hand on my stomach and eyeing my brother, who was somehow managing even more pizza.
He shrugs, "Your loss." and gulps down the pizza slice.
"You are disgusting!" Newt gags, covering his eyes with his hand. Alex wails from next to Minho, sighing, I stand up and walk over to him, laying him in my arms.
Thomas slowly approaches me, "Do you want some pizza?" He coos at Alex.
"He doesnt have teeth, Tommy." Newt laughs.
"Sometimes, Thomas, I wonder if you actually have a brain." I tut, rolling my eyes at my clueless brother.
"Ooh, she used the full name! You are in deep klunk!" Frypan chuckles, clapping his hands together as he watches the 'scene' unfold.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever" I raise an eyebrow, walking toward the end of one of the shelves, hidden from the Gladers. "I'm going to feed Alex, see you in a few." Minho nods.
Minho
I watch Sam retreat behind the shelves, I turn to the Gladers. "Did anyone think that those 'people' back there, that the guards were shooting at, were strange?" I ask the burning question in my mind, a weight almost being lifted from my shoulders.
"Yeah, I thought that too, they looked scary as shuck!" Newt exclaims, a slightly worried look in his eyes.
"Well I guess we are safe, right?" Winston speaks up, a grimace clear on his features.
Thomas nods, "I guess so-" the door bursts open, cutting Thomas off. Sam joins our group, who are now stood around the door, she slips her hand into mine.
"Are you kids doing alright?" A gravelly voice says, "Sorry about all of the fuss, we had ourselves a bit of a swarm. It's over now, the threat has passed." A man stands in the doorway, his grey hair shining in the dim light. Features looking distinctly like a rat.
"Who are you?" Thomas croaks, mouth agape, the man smirks;
