Bruises | The Scorch Trials

Chapter 29

"And make sure you're mask is on tight-"

"Gally-"

"You don't want to take any risks-"

"Gally-"

"And make sure you have a weapon-"

I emit an exasperated groan that sounds more like a hybrid of a dying whale and a deep deep longing of someone wanting to oh so desperately whack their brother with a chair.

For one excruciatingly long hour, Gally has been lecturing me about the promotion rounds. I've never felt more relieved than when Lawrence poked his head round the door to tell us to leave.

Time skip
The truck trundles along the beaten roads of the Last City and the ride strangely takes me back to when Theo and I trekked across the scorch and the crank palace on the way here.

As my mind starts to daydream, a flash of blond hair catches my attention and I sit straighter in my seat. I squint at the light- rubbing my eyelids to make sure what I'm seeing is real.

I violently tug at Gally's arm. He follows my line of sight to the not-so-subtle group of teenagers pushing their way through the crowd.

My mind races. How did they get here? What were they doing?

Both Gally and I set our sights on the group of teenagers that just so happen to be Thomas, Brenda, Jorge, Frypan and... Newt.

My gaze lingers on the blond-haired British boy as I remember our emotional farewell. A sense of unease overtakes me. If they see me, how will they react? Will they be mad? I shudder thinking about it.

A beeping sound catches my attention and I gasp slightly as I recognise the sound. I know I'm not the only one as clusters of people start moving backwards.

Gally starts nudging other people and whispering to them about the confused group at the edge of WCKDs walls.

Understanding his concern, I leap off the truck and make my way towards them just as the first bomb comes hurtling down. It explodes just as I reach Brenda.

A second bomb explodes.

I grab Brendas arm and lift my visor slightly. Her face visibly contorts and she instantly lets herself be dragged along to the truck. I can see Gally struggle to maintain his grip on Newts arm. I let out a shaky breath.

If we lose them, then they're as good as dead.

And with that thought swirling around my head, I tighten my grip on Brenda and help her onto the truck.

A/N: so close to the reunion!!