Just like the Griever's Hole, the dead men hung by hooks, the Rat Man, the Cranks and the brick walls, Minho had hopes that Frankie's death was just another illusion. As much as he tried to distance himself from disappointment, this was one thing he...
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THE SUN WAS about to peek from the horizon when the girls saw it.
Something bug-like emerged from the other side of a hill of sand. With the orange sun behind it, the thing looked like a tiny black dot.
Then came the buzzing sound, getting louder and louder as it zoomed into view.
Brenda stood up without tearing her gaze off the intruder, "I'll get Jorge."
Frankie stood up and ran to where Reggie was still asleep. She shook him frantically, "Reg. Minho, get up. Reg!"
"Huh?"
"Reggie!" She pulled him up through his collar. The hum turned into deep thrum, filled with heavy thumps.
Hearing that, Reggie looked up, and needed a few moments to collect himself.
A large machinery resembling a bird was approaching them in full speed. They could see its color now; dark grey, with nearly blend-in black letterings sprayed on its body. WICKED.
"Sticks," Reggie cursed before bellowing, "Okay, everyone get up! Get here, get here!"
Stephen and his sleeping buddies scrambled onto their feet and huddled close to Newt and Minho, who still had their eyes glued to the sky. Doug, Clint, and the others followed as Brenda led Jorge to welcome the visitor.
Unwanted visitor.
"Berg," Jorge breathed out, frowning.
"A what?" Minho shouted over the sound. It was getting too loud now.
"A berg!"
The wind picked up as the berg stopped about ten yards away. Two lines of black, sturdy ropes were thrown out of its door and soon enough, two men slid down to the ground.
Somehow, everyone knew that their arrival had something to do with Thomas.
Heck, somehow, everything had something to do with Thomas. They learned it from their own experience in the Maze and in the Scorch —basically the whole time they knew him.
They huddled closer together, back to back, surrounding Thomas' unconscious figure. Protecting him.
The people were dressed in twinning strange outfits: one-piece, baggy, dark green, with some kind of gas mask covering their whole faces. They looked hideous and alien. Like a giant, demented, human-eating insects wrapped in plastic.
Everyone stepped back, tightening the circle.
Then the men pulled out two appendages. Like guns, but more... developed.
