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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"—WE BETTER DO it while walking. Or running. We only have a few hours left. Today is the day."
"Fine. Let's just forget this for now. Is anything different out there? I mean, I saw it in the dark, but—"
"We know," Teresa interrupted. "There's no sign of a building. Nothing. It looks even worse in the daylight. Just forever and ever of flat wasteland. There isn't a tree or a hill, much less any safe haven."
"Then what're we supposed to do? Where do we go? Have you seen any of the others?"
"All the girls from my group are down there, walking north like they're supposed to, already a couple miles out. We spotted your friends at the base of the mountain a mile or two west of here. Can't tell for sure, but looks like no one new is missing, and they're heading in the same direction as the girls."
"We gotta get moving."
"Yeah, about that. How about these two?"
"We're not leaving them behind, if that's what you're suggesting."
"You slapped them a million times, Tom! They didn't budge. And it wasn't our fault. They had a seizure on their own!"
"Minho's going to flip."
Minho.
Someone groaned. Reggie.
"Reggie!" Thomas jumped onto his feet. "You okay, dude?"
"No. Where's Frankie?"
Frankie coughed.
"Alive," Aris replied with a wince. "We're sorry! We didn't know how this happened!"
"Frankie?"
Frankie blinked. She was staring at the green leaves above. Aris' face came and disrupted the beautiful view.
"Can you get up?"
The memories of yesterday alarmed her and Frankie automatically slammed her fist onto his nose.
Aris screamed in pain, covering his nose with his hands. Droplets of blood were making their way down onto the forest floor.
She sat up. That simple movement (plus the punch, probably) sent incredible headache into her head and she moaned.
"Reggie—"
"Ow! Why—"
"They don't trust us, that's why," Teresa said. She was kneeling on the ground with both arms up, weaponless. Reggie, aiming the tip of his gun towards her, came to Frankie's side and exclaimed, "What the actual hell did WICKED put in our brains?! Thank God we're not fried from the inside. And, dude, how did you get out?"
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