A5 // The Scorch Trials

Chapter 11

           
They followed her exact steps so to avoid being attacked by one of the cranks and miraculously, they all made it out scratch free.

She led them through the entire building which they would soon learn was an abandoned factory for shoes. The building was filled to the max with people and their things; it sort of resembled what a flea market should look like. The people inside weren't cranks, that much the Gladers knew, but their insane eyes and terrifying stares would in no way classify them as an "immune". Newt made sure his arm was tight around (Y/N)'s waist as they walked, fear and uncertainty taking over his conscious.

Finally, they were alone again without the half-human/half-crank people watching their every move. Again on the upper hand, the nameless girl brought them to a kitchen.

"Have at it," she announced and hopped up onto the top of what appeared to be a picnic table. She then leaned back until she was lying on top of it. "There's water in the fridge and food in that pantry." The Gladers didn't need to be told a second time before piling up their rations and deciding what to eat first.

As they rummaged the pantry, (Y/N) wandered off closer to girl who had yet to be named. The girl must have noticed the stares and sat up from lying against the table, startling (Y/N) a little.

"You have a problem?" The unnamed girl sat up straighter, somehow asserting her dominance like if they were animals.

"No," (Y/N) shook her head, her tough side slowly slipping away in front of the girl who was clearly tougher than she was. "I just wanted to know who you are and why your helped us."

The girl set her hands on her knees and eyed the other girl in front of her. "Why don't you tell me your name first, princess." (Y/N) didn't understand the pet name until the girl further explained that she seemed to have all the boys watching out for her. That was supported when she turned around and noticed a few pairs of eyes trained on them, Newt's being the most obvious out of all of them.

"I'm (Y/N). Now tell me your name."

The girl perked an eyebrow, somewhat impressed that the shy girl seemed to show she wasn't completely spineless. "Brenda."

"Why are you helping us?"

"It's simple really. I see kids come in from the scorch, which I haven't seen in a long time, and one of them is kinda cute," Brenda shrugged, "Figured it was my ticket out of here."

This took (Y/N) aback. "Out of here? If you want to leave then why don't you just do it now?" Brenda, seemingly annoyed by her question, hopped up from the table and grabbed a device from the far back counter. As she stalked back over to (Y/N), the younger girl took big steps back when it looked like Brenda was about to use this device on her somehow. No matter what it was, it couldn't have been good.

Brenda grabbed (Y/N)'s arm, spinning her arm so they were both facing the same direction and pulled the girls hair from off her neck. In the process, (Y/N) let out a few calls and whines which drew the attention of all the Gladers. As Brenda scanned over (Y/N)'s neck, the others ran over.

Minho was able to push Brenda off (Y/N) but Brenda seemed unfazed as she stared at whatever was on the device screen. Newt held (Y/N) and inspected her for any sign of injury that Brenda might have caused with that unknown device. When he was sure (Y/N) was okay, he tried going after Brenda.

"You all came from WICKED." Every Glader, even Newt, froze.

"What?"

"You guys came from WICKED. She's Subject A4," Brenda spoke incredulously, like some revelation had just come upon her. "Lemme' try someone else!" She reached forward to grab Minho but he was quicker and grabbed her arms before she could even touch him.