Okay so i just realised that TBS lives 3 HOURS away from my house, and sorry that this chapter is late :'D
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Sam
We stand at the foot of the Scorch as the large main doors slide open. Instantly sand whips me in the face, and the sound of Thomas shouting at us to run into the sandstorm fills my ears: "Come on! We can find shelter somewhere out here!"
We clamber ungracefully through the sand dunes, away from water, food and WICKED. I press Alex's face to my chest, protecting his eyes from the storm, as we attempt to run across the sinking sand.
"Hey!" Aris shouts, as his roommate enters an abandoned building, through the smashed window. Reluctantly, Aris follows her through the sharp shards of glass, us Gladers trailing behind.
Minho takes a long look behind him, the shouts of the WICKED guards echoing across the sand dunes, torchlight beams dancing in the night. The guards on foot follow the guards on quad bikes and motorbikes.
Minho ushers me inside the large building, his hand resting in the small of my back. I gasp in surprise as I fall to my behind, sliding down a sand drift and to the floor of the abandoned building. Minho curses from behind me as he too, falls down the sand drift.
"Woah!" Newt whispers, his voice bouncing off of the eerily quiet walls. I gulp, standing to my feet and taking a glance at my surroundings: smashed shop windows, cables and pipes running messily along the floor, litter drifting into the abandoned building, and ripped blankets and dirty pillows strewn across the floor of the foot of a shop.
"Excuse me?" Frypan asks, "but... who is she?" We all lapse into silence, all eyes falling onto the girl, her black hair hanging loosely on her back, her wide blues eyes flicking from each person.
"My roommate, from my maze." Aris smiles. "Her name is-"
"Teresa." She interrupts Aris, sending me a warm smile. I smile back at her, finally glad to be in the company of another female.
"Well, bloody thanks for that, at least Sam has a friend. But what is the plan Tommy?" Newt clears his throat, and turns to face Thomas.
"Uh, I..." Thomas blushes a deep shade of crimson, stuttering as he frantically thinks of a plan.
Newt cocks an eyebrow, "Wait. So you're telling me, that we just followed you out here and you don't have a bloody plan!"
"Woah, calm the shuck down, Newt." Minho intervenes, crossing his arms over his chest. The remaining Gladers watch in silence as the argument unfolds before us, their eyes wide and confused.
Newt glares at Minho as Thomas finally speaks up: "Didn't Ratman say something about people in the mountains, wasn't it the uh... the Right Arm?"
