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Sam
"Are you coming or not? Or you can stay with these guys if you want to..."
Our group begins to slowly follow her as she walks towards the door.
She leads us through a rough looking camp, people staring at us with confusion and some with creepy smirks.
The sound of the woman's boots on metal stairs breaks my gaze from the confused campers, and I turn it towards the roof of the building, huge metal beams supporting the battered roof.
"The campers," the short haired brunette begins, "are confused, they haven't seen people from the scorch in a long time. I'd stay close if I were you." The group shuffles closer at this, and the woman smirks, stifling a chuckle.
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My head spins as I bring up a heavy hand to wipe the dried blood off of the side of my face. We had been hanging on these ropes for almost 3 hours, each attempt to escape even harder than the first one.
Brenda, the tall brunette that had lead us in, had helped her... friend to tie us up, after he found out that we are extremely valuable. He had said his name was George, before asking us three questions; where did we come from? Where are we going? And what he can do to benefit from it?
Asshole.
He had strung us up, after Brenda had almost strangled Thomas to scan his neck. They had then found out that we are valuable, and their thugs had helped to string us up, above a huge drop, with hundreds of cranks waiting at the bottom for us.
Alex had been taken away from Frypan, who tried to wrestle and fight his way back to my son. Brenda was 'taking care' of him, or what she called taking care anyway.
We had all put up a fight, some of us had injuries worse than others. Newt had twisted his bad leg, and hours before, Minho was struck by lightening. I guess I can't complain to be honest.
"On the count of three, ONE... TWO... THREE!" Thomas pushes into Minho, sending him crashing into Teresa, he grabs her waist and pushes her to the edge of the huge drop. This had been happening for a very long time, everyone had almost lost hope too.
However, this time Teresa's hand does not slip from the metal bar, but she manages to grasp it tightly, stretching around to pull down the metal lever.
We all jolt further down into the drop, each of us muttering some curse words, or in Minho's case, screaming "FUCK" at the top of his lungs.
Teresa unties her legs and shuffles into the corner to grab a metal rod to pull us out by.
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"I'm gonna kill that fucking shank Brenda, who the shuck does she think she is?" Minho grumbles as he cracks his knuckles, and rubs his sore ankles where the rope was cutting into his skin.
"Oh Minnie, give it a break. We get it that you want to kill her but we have to actually find her first. Aanndd she has Alex." I say, dragging out the 'and'.
Minho huffs, but does not say anything else.
Our group begins to slowly make our way to the door in the far corner, but a gravelly voice stops us in our tracks.
"Where d'ya think your going?" We freeze in our steps, and face the large man.
He cackles, showing his crooked yellow teeth, some even missing from within his mouth, and pulls a gun from one of his ripped coat pocket.
"Please, let us go. We need to get out of here before-" Thomas tries to persuade the filthy man, outstretching his hand as if the guy was a wild animal.
But the man's radio crackles, interrupting Thomas. "Where are they?" A voice, all too familiar to us gladers, says.
"I have 'em here, I'll bring 'em up to ya Mr Janson." The man replies, as the sound of helicopters and bright spotlights flood in.
A/N:
It will be awhile before the next update, becauseI've just transferred half a book with an entire book. So yeah, enjoy the chapters I guess🖤
