The Desolation (The Maze Runner)

1. Salsa

A group of young boys led by a Latin looking older man were on the street, ready to fight with about twenty of the insanity driven city residents. It was definitely a test group. The kids were too young to be here on their own, they looked furious and scared, as if they had been through a lot. One of them took a stick and was shouting to the others to form some kind of formation. They barely had weapons, only some sticks and stones they had probably found on the street.

The girl took her gun out and looked through the scope. Her weapon was able to reach any target from over a mile distance but these ones were a lot closer. The young woman focused on the faces of the group that were ready to fight to survive. The Latin looking man seemed familiar, and then it came to her. She's seen him before. He was a pilot and worked for her favourite people, so she decided to leave the group with their problem. WICKED couldn't know she was here.

The girl was about to put the gun down when another face appeared in her line of vision. It was a boy with messy blonde hair, resembling golden threads in the sunlight, and deep dark eyes. He was holding a metal pipe in his trembling hands, glancing around at the horrifying faces that were coming closer to him and his friends.

Salsa shivered, she had a few seconds to make one of the most difficult choices in her entire life. She could simply stick to her plan, return to the quiet emptiness of her flat, talk to her own thoughts and suffer remembering the past- staying in this safe but lonely state of something that seemed like being the only human in a city of Cranks. But it also meant no more pain or heartbreak, no more friends or love, no more people she had to worry about or fight for. Helping the boys would bring new challenges upon her. She would become alive and visible again for WICKED. After all they did, she would probably fight to destroy them and this fight could cost a lot, maybe even her own life.

But the thing that raised all her hairs in fear was this boy she saw through the viewfinder who took her breath away. She swore to herself that she was done with love forever. The risk of getting too close and attached to another human being again was unbearable so Salsa stopped at that horrible moment, unsure of what to do. The Cranks were jumping towards the boys and the blonde one trembled when a huge man ran right at him. But he raised the pipe, ready to defend himself and in that moment Salsa knew that she couldn't let him get hurt.

"Great," she took a breath and changed targets.

A second later, the bullet cut through the air and one of the Cranks fell to the ground. The sudden attack shocked both groups and everything dissolved into chaos.

"Don't move!" screamed the dark haired boy who was probably the leader of the group.

She kept shooting. Twenty bullets later, the small group was standing around the center of the dead Cranks.

"What the..." muttered the dark haired boy.

The pilot stopped him by lifting his hand up. They waited, eyes darting around in fear. Long minutes passed and every member of the group could swear that he heard his own heart beat.

"I guess you guys need better weapons," she said, appearing on the street and some of the boys stepped back.

"Who are you?" asked the pilot.

"And who are you?" the girl studied his face.

"Are you...?" he stopped in the middle of his sentence.

"Immune? Do I look like I'm not?" she raised her eyebrows.

"What does that mean?" asked the dark haired boy.

"Typical, let the test rabbits out into such circumstances without any knowledge," the girl looked at him coldly.

"But... are there people that are immune to the Flare?" the boy looked from the pilot to her.

"You probably are," she ignored the killer glare the pilot sent her.

"But they told us we're sick and that we'll get the cure one hundred miles north from here," the blonde boy she saw from the building spoke for the first time.

"They tell you a lot of things, young man, but only ten per cent of it might be true. Are you guys coming with me? The sun will be horrible in a few hours so I guess you wouldn't mind a safe, cold place," she looked at them.

"Wait, what if it's a trap?" the dark haired boy stopped the rest.

"She rescued our bloody asses," the blonde one shook his head.

"Great," muttered the dark haired boy and turned to the pilot. "What do you think, Jorge?"

"I guess we might need every help we can get," the pilot wasn't pleased but he followed the girl.

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