𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐎𝐑, 𝗇𝖾𝗐𝗍

Chapter 5: Cranks

~Y/n P.O.V.~

We ran pretty far from the building. We definitely lost them.

For now, at least.

We continued searching and running, till I heard Teresa shout, "In here!" I looked to where she was, just to see her running towards a window. I quickly followed, pulling Newt along with me while he called to the others.

She jumped into the hole and called for us to come down. I jumped down, Newt following, and everyone else following as well. Once we were all down there, we looked around the place. It was dark, and just like outside, there was sand everywhere.

I started freaking out more. We needed to leave. Now.

"We gotta go," I told the group, "We gotta keep going."

"Y/n," I heard Teresa say, "Wait," I turned around to face her, "Tell me what's going on." She finished.

"It's Wicked. They lied to us. We never escaped. Me and Aris, we found bodies. Too many to count." Once I said that, all their faces had a look of fear on them.

"What do you mean? Dead bodies?" Thomas asked me, walking closer.

"No, but they weren't alive either. They had them strung up, tubes coming out of them," I saw from the corner of my eye, Teresa touching the back of her neck, "They were being drained. There's something inside of us that Wicked wants. Something in our blood. So, we have to get as far away from them as possible." I finished explaining.

They all nodded, agreeing with me. I could see Teresa was a little hesitant, but I don't know why. I was snapped out of my thoughts by Minho, "Okay. So, what's the plan?" He questioned, looking at me.

I stayed quiet. I hadn't really thought of a plan. I just knew we had to get out of that place. "You do have a plan, right?" He asked again.

"Yeah," I hesitated, "I don't know." I muttered quietly, but Minho still heard me.

"Well, we followed you out here, Y/n. And now you're saying that you have no idea where we're going or what we're doing." He raised his voice a little, clearly upset.

I stayed silent again, not knowing what to say, till Aris spoke up, "Wait, Janson said something about people hiding in the mountains. Some kind of resistance or army." He informed us.

"The Right Arm," I nodded, "If their really against Wicked, maybe they can help us." I told the others.

They nodded, but Newt seemed hesitant before speaking, "People. In the mountains. Mountain people. That's your plan?" He asked me, rather harshly.

I looked down, he's never really talked to me like that before. I was about to say something, but I was interrupted.

"It's the only chance we have." Thomas told him, coming to stand next to me and put a hand on my shoulder.

I smiled at him thankfully before looking at Newt, giving him an apologetic look, but before I could do that, I could see he was looking at Thomas. Actually, not looking. Glaring. I gave him a confused look, before someone spoke up.

"Guys." I heard Winston call, a little up ahead.

We turned our heads, seeing him crouched down with a flashlight and looking at the sand. We crowed around him, seeing what he was looking at. There were a trail of footsteps leading somewhere.

"Someone's been down here." He informed us.

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~Y/n P.O.V.~

We all started to look around the dark and scary place. Thomas and Minho went a little farther, while Frypan, Newt, Winston, Teresa, and I looked around in a different place. We all found some clothes that surprisingly fit.