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Listen to the song above, Memories by Maroon 5. Thank you ;)
Sam
In the years that followed, Brenda and Frypan had gotten married too, and they had had a beautiful baby boy, Dexter, and were now expecting their second, a baby girl, who they had decided to call Rosa.
Newt and Thomas had taken it as their responsibility to care for an orphan girl that they had found during a scavenger hunt back in the scorch. She was only one years old, and they were lucky that they found her when they did:
My boots crunch in the droughted ground as the berg finally lands, the deserted wasteland stretching for miles, and not another being in sight.
"Remember the drill." Vince starts, glancing at each and everyone of us as we all crowd around him, "you each have a flare, only use it in case of an emergency. Somebody will come and help you. Stay in groups of four, minimum, and watch eachother's backs."
And with one final nod, we all separate into groups, my group consisting of Newt, Thomas, Minho and I. "Village?" Thomas wonders aloud, turning to all of us and waiting for an answer.
"Yeah. It's either that or a bloody city." Newt speaks up, acknowledging everyone's thoughts.
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"All we have is a tin of beans, a crusty piece of bread and some painkillers." Minho lists as we meet up with Thomas and Newt.
"Get rid of the bread, you shuckface! That's disgusting." Newt chuckles, grimacing as he glances at the moldy loaf.
"That's what I said." I add, emitting a small laugh as Minho discards the rotting food into the window of a nearby house.
My heart thumps wildly as a small cry echoes through the eerie silence that had washed over us previously, and we all glance at eachother sceptically.
"Let's check it out." Thomas says, "there could be a child in there!" He then adds, when we all give him glares of disapproval.
"Or cranks." I mutter, tugging my gun from its holster and turning off the safety, cocking it and prepared for the worst.
Newt swallows visibly as we enter the house, the furniture pulled over and glass strewn across the floor. The crying continues, and then the thud of footsteps on the first floor.
Minho cocks his gun, and raises it in front of him and me and attempting to protect me, as a crank leaps towards us from behind.
