Endless (3-3)

Hello old friend

Summer...

Maybe the Last City wasn't as destroyed as the other ones. It probably wasn't crowded with cranks or full of people dying out on the streets because they have nothing to eat or where to live. But I wouldn't know because we were stuck on the other side of the shucking walls. Thousands of other people here just like us. The poor conditions they lived in, truly worth crying about. 

It could be comparable with the people that lived miles away from here. The same unworthy conditions. Does WICKED even look around when they say they are doing this for people? Sometimes I wonder for which people they are doing this all for? Who exactly do they bear in mind when doing all of this?

We were pushing our way through the sea of people. Not really knowing where exactly we were heading to. Thomas just said he wants to find a way inside. Well, okay. And how do we do that? I felt someone take my right hand causing me to look up. I spotted Newt walking next to me. Probably did this just to know that I won't get lost somewhere here. 

"This place has really gone through hell," Jorge commented looking around. 

"We just gotta stay together." Just as Thomas said that a voice from a crowd was heard. It sounded like someone speaking through a speaker. A car appeared behind us, causing us to step to the side. 

"We are the voice of the voiceless! They hide behind their walls, thinking they can keep the cure for themselves, while they watch the rest of us wither and rot!" There on the car sat men. Most of them with black masks covering their faces while the one that was speaking held a transmitter that was connected to a megaphone. One of the men that had masks over their faces seemed to find some particular interest in us. Mostly in Thomas as he stared at him through the dark mask.  "But there are more of us than there are of them. And I say, we rise up and take back what is ours! Let's bring back a victory!" 

The crowd loved the words coming from the man's mouth. And I mean why wouldn't they? It sounds great for them. Maybe it is just me that is suddenly too distrustful to believe anyone. 

"We should follow them. Maybe they know the way in." Thomas suggested, eyes still fixed at the front where the car with weird mad was heading. 

"So you want us to follow absolute strangers in hopes they will get us...where exactly?" I asked walking a bit closer towards him. 

"I don't know," Thomas said now looking down at me. I know that he is trying but this plan has a ton of holes. 

"Slim it you two. Let's just follow the crowd and see what happens." Newt suggested, pulling me a bit away from Thomas, just in case. 

"Good that," I muttered grumpily. This is not sitting well with me. 

Thomas eagerly leads us to somewhere. Following the crowd sounds like a good idea to him. But Where even are we going? We pushed through crowded alleyways until we came to a spot where a ton of people were screaming and chanting. 

"The term 'cause a riot' has gained a whole new meaning," I said looking in shock at the people that were protesting outside the walls. Yelling, banging, pleading to be let in. Not sure if this is actually the way in. 

"That's it. That's our way in." Thomas said excitedly, turning towards us with eyes full of hope and determination. Oh, not this again. With that being said Thomas rushed forward. Pushing his way through the masses of people. 

The rest of us staying a bit behind. Too stunned by the rebellion that has occurred here. But we didn't get enough time to take everything in because we had to follow after Thomas who was already almost at the front. Jorge was the first to reach him, grabbing his arm to stop him from doing something stupid.