ᴜɴᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ

Upside Down

[Y/N's P.OV]

The girl walked past the cranks like a breeze, taking no notice of the snapping they made. Everyone was huddled together, staring at her in astonishment. Stopping, she placed her hand on her hip and sighed as she looked over us.

"You look like shit", she said. 

I would have taken offence but I'm sure my messy hair and dirty apparel weren't very flattering. 

"Come, follow me", she turned on her heel, looking over her shoulder when we didn't follow. "unless you want to stay here, with them". 

Hesitantly, we walked forwards, dodging the hungry creatures. Keeping my bow loaded, I lowered it to my side, anything could happen. The girl led us through a couple of corridors, entering a large construction room, sparks flying from metal utensils. 

"Where are you taking us?", I demanded. 

"Jorge wants to meet you", she shrugged, directing us up a flight of stairs. 

"Whos Jorge?", Thomas asked.

"You'll see", she replied simply, "We haven't had anyone come out of the scorch in a long time, you've just got him curious... and me too". 

Allison gave me a warry look as we carried on walking, our guide steering us through another room. It was filled with random men and women, stony looks on their faces, orange dancing over their features from the fires alight in old metal containers. A few beefy men got up, stalking close behind us, evil smiles stretched on their mouths. 

"Anyone else have a bad feeling about this place?", Newt asked. 

"Let's just see what this Jorge guy to say", Thomas answered.

Driving us up a staircase, the girl took us into a calmer area. A tanned man sat at a desk, tinkering with a radio, muttering under his breath. 

"Jorge, they're here", she spoke, halting our movements. 

Huffing, he pulled a plug, spinning around and jumping off his chair, "you ever get the feeling the whole worlds against you". 

'story of my life', I thought, sharing a look with Newt. 

Cracking his joints, the surprisingly cheerful man strolled over to a table littered with glasses and beverages. 

"Three questions", he spoke, pouring himself a drink, "Where did you come from? Where are you going? How can I profit?"

No one replied, giving each other bewildered stares as he took a sip from his glass. 

"Well, don't all reply at once", he commented sarcastically. 

"We're headed to the mountains", Thomas spoke up, "We're looking for the right arm".  

Chuckles and laughter came from the men, the girl giving Jorge furrowed brows. 

"looking for ghost you mean", he sighed, happy tone demolished, swirling the water in the jug, he sauntered over to us, "Second question. Where did you come from?". 

Minho wiped his glare up and down the man, "that's our business". 

Jorge shrugged, turning to the girl with a sigh,  "Brenda". 

Two men grabbed Thomas from behind, slamming him down onto a table. 

"Hey, get off me!", he shouted, "get the hell off me!". 

"Shut up you big baby", Brenda rolled her eyes, placing a device over his neck. 

Red illuminated under his skin, a fuzzy picture popping up on the screen, blue and black flickering.