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Sam
I am gently shaken awake as the car rolls to a stop. Minho looks down at me with worry in his eyes, as he cradles Alex.
"Problem number 1: Alex won't stop crying." Minho sighs, rocking the bawling child in his muscled arms.
"He's probably hungry, Minho." I yawn, reaching into my bag and producing a small bottle of milk.
"Oh." Minho chuckles, handing me our baby and then adding, "and Problem number 2: the tunnel is blocked, so we have to walk from here."
I cradle Alex in my warm embrace, and then begin to feed him from the small, but plentiful, bottle.
We sit in the car for a few minutes, before Alex finishes, and we clamber out to meet the rest of the gladers, with Jorge and Brenda.
"Let's go then." Jorge says as he sees us join him, "we've got a long journey ahead of-"
He is interrupted by the sound of a bullet hitting a car next to us. "Get down!" Minho shouts, and he covers my body with his and crouches onto the floor, away from the flying bullets.
The noise of the bullets hitting the cars fill the eerie silence, before they completely stop. Only the sound of Jorge's instructions filling the air: "on the count of 5, I want everyone to stay down to the ground." He breathes out.
"5...4...3..." I begin to brace myself for the impact, and Minho wraps himself around mine and Alex's small frames, protecting us from the blast.
But it never comes, and a female voice shouts instead, "drop the weapon!"
"Yeah, you. Drop the weapon!" She shouts again.
Fom the corner of my vision, I see Jorge hesitantly drop the grenade that he made himself. And raise to his feet to stand with the two girls holding sniper guns.
Thomas stands next to him, and we all group in the middle, when the girls shout at us too.
A girl with bright blonde hair looks down at Alex, surprise filling her brown eyes to see a child in the vast scorch.
"Aris?" The darker skinned girl blurts, staring at the mousy brown haired boy.
"Harriet?" He questions, staring at her with recognition swirling in his eyes.
"It's you!" She cries, embracing the teen, "Sonya! It's Aris!"
Sonya, the blonde girl, comes forwards too and embraces Aris.
They then look up into the cliffs, shouting "Its all clear, we know them!"
And before we know it we are shoved into the back of a jeep, and sped to the Right Arm camp.
I clutch Alex, my rucksack between my legs, closer to my chest, as the car weaves through lumps and bumps on the road, before we come to a stop outside of a large camp.
Everyone disembarks their vehicles, coming into a small crowd on the sandy ground.
A woman approaches the group, staring at Thomas intensly. "Hello Thomas, it's me Mary."
Thomas frowns, "do I know you?"
"Interesting. But it makes sense, you knew all of the coordinates of WCKD, every compound." She mutters, loud enough for us to hear, "it makes sense that they put you in the maze, you were too valuable to kill."
Thomas shrugs at Newt when he shoots him a questioning look. Suddenly, a man appears, with a greying scruffy beard and shoulder length hair.
"Are they safe?" He asks, his deep voice travelling through the air, this guy was the leader.
Harriet nods, "I know this one, he's pretty safe." She points to Aris.
"All clear?"
"I think so-" Sonya starts, but she's interrupted as Brenda collapses on the ground.
She pants and claws at her neck for air, and I jump back in surprise.
Jorge rushes to her aid, crying out her name in agony. "Brenda! Brenda!"
The man, who had introduced himself as Vince, cocks his gun and aims it at Brenda. "I'll put her out of her misery!"
"No!" Thomas shouts, and scrambles infront of the gun, "you've got to have some kind of cure!"
Mary, who we met earlier, speaks up, "I have an idea!"
Vince steps back, "we can't risk losing everything that we've worked so hard for!"
"Trust me, it will work!" She shouts, glancing at Thomas and smiling reassuringly.
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Brenda was stable again, and her breathing had returned to normal. We left the tent after an hour, being given coats, new clothes and shoes.
The Right Arm were nice people, and they even made us beds to sleep on and food to eat.
"I like that kid." Frypan smiles, shouting down and waving at Aris.
Newt nods and smiles, "without him... well, bloody hell we'd be dead."
Minho sighs, "but we're not, so that's all that matters."
A/N: I have so much planned for this book its unreal. Get in loser, we're going shopping.
Seriously, hold on tight, shit's about to hit the fan.
And updates are going to get more regular (hopefully once a day, or every two days), because exams and crap have finished.
