Chapter Eleven

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After a few hours of driving, the car comes to a squeaky stop. Newt's hand lifts off my back and I open the door, stumbling out from sitting for so long. I look around, taking a few steps from the car. Our path has been blocked by a ton of other cars.

"Looks like we're walking from here, hermanos." Jorge says and takes his stuff from the trunk of the car. Everyone follows and we start walking past the cars. I look in to see dead bodies. People who tried to get out. Some are burnt meaning they didn't survive the sun flares while others are shot which means they must have had the flare. Jorge passes a blue car before shots rain down on us. People duck down behind the cars trying to hide. Teresa doesn't move, she is just frozen in fear. I may hate her but I won't let her die. I jump onto her, pushing her behind a red car. Her breathing is quick and she is holding my hand tightly.

"Thank you." She whispers. I nod in response and pull her head down as more shots come. I walk low, gripping Teresa's hand making sure she follows me. I pull her down in between a car and a trunk. The shots have stopped and I can only hear mine and Teresa's breathing.

"Stand up!" A female voice demands. I see Thomas and Jorge's bodies appear from behind a grey car. To the left of them, Newt and Minho rise, hands in the air. Next is Brenda. Then Frypan and Ares. They haven't spotted us yet. I pull out my gun and signal Teresa to stay put. I walk low to behind the newcomers and stand up, cocking my gun, pushing it against the dark haired girl.

"Drop your guns." I say holding another pistol up to the blonde girl. They do as they are told and a shot comes down from the mountains. The bullet lodges itself into my left calf. I drop the guns to hold my leg, falling to the floor letting out a yelp. The two girls retreat their weapons. The blonde girl faces me and the black haired girl faces the others.

"Astrid?" The blonde girl asks. I look up, confused at how she knows my name. She pulls down her mask and drops her gun. She then pulls me into a hug.

"I knew you would come." It was Sonya. She stands up and pulls me with her. "Don't worry about your leg, we'll help you." She says, "Who are they?"

"They come from WICKED. They were in group A of the maze trials." I say, one hand holding onto Sonya for support and one hand covering my wound.

"Ares?" The black haired girl says, dropping her gun and pulling down her mask. "We thought you were dead!" She yelled pulling Ares into a hug.

"You know her?" Minho asks, obviously confused about everything that is happening. They all are.

"We were in the maze together." The girl says. "I'm Harriet, by the way. Come on, Vince will be glad we have you guys."

"You guys are lucky you found us when you did, we are leaving tomorrow morning." Soyan says. She slings her gun onto her back and puts my hand around her shoulder, her arm wrapping around my waist. Newt comes over and helps me. One hand around his shoulders, his arm around my waist. I don't know why he's helping me, he doesn't even know me. Although it's weird that someone who barely knows me is caring for me, I'm thankful he's there, he used to always find a way to make me better.

We start walking before Harriet comes over and takes my leg. She takes off her scarf and wraps it tightly around my wound. I grunt in pain before mouthing a thank you. She nods and the group starts walking again. A big truck moves back and a camp comes into sight.

People are talking but my vision is going fuzzy from pain. We start walking one direction and then head another direction.

"Who are these people?" I hear Vince yell out. He hasn't seen me yet.

"This is Ares. He was in the maze with us and the others were in another maze." Harriet speaks up. "We trust Ares."

"Is anyone infected?" He bellows, looking around. Somehow, he still hasn't found me. Maybe it's because my head is hung low. People shake their head but then Minho speaks up.

"She is." He says pointing to me. The group parts and then Vince is next to me.

"Astrid?" He asks, putting a finger under my chin and holding my head up.

"Hey Vince." I say before blacking out. Out of the corner of my eye as I am falling, Brenda does too.

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