Somewhere in the city, amongst the crowd of dozens of people rushing to get home, masks covering their faces in hopes to keep the horrific infection, which was now air-born, out of their bloodstream, was a pale colored girl, her lips chattering together at the feeling of the cool air wafting against her skin. Her black curls were bouncing with every step she took, and she did her best to ignore the feeling of other unknown civilians that brushed against her coat. Soon, she came to a stop at the train tracks.

The chuff sound filled her ears, and her hair was brushed back as a train flew by on its path. She blinked, crossing her arms over her chest before she heard grunts. She turned her head to the side, seeing a man on his knees with a yellow bag over his head. A woman, who looked to be his wife, her blond hair pulled away from frame, and a mask tied securely around her mouth and nose, was being held back by a security guard. Sobs began to tumble out of her mouth as she pleaded for them to let him go.

Teresa turned her head away, her eyes casted toward the ground. She decided to mind her business. The man must've been infected. Her blue gaze lifted up, and her heart dropped to the depths of her stomach, feeling as though she could throw up on spot. Across the train tracks, stood a raven haired freckled boy, a hoodie covering the hair that fell messily over his forehead.

Teresa's mouth fell agape.

Another shuttle traveled across her vision, and by the time it passed, she could see his hooded figure turn around, his head down, as he shuffled away.

She wasted no time before following after him.

Her heels clipped against the floor, and she did her best to avoid bumping shoulders with those around her. She grunted lowly as she struggled to keep up with his fast pace, her ankles rolling as she swerved around those in her way.

She turned to look behind her, double checking to see if he had escaped her vision and went another rout. The crowd began to disperse, everyone going in their own directions. She did another spin, feeling as though her heart skipped a beat when she spotted his hooded figure once more, making his way the double door. Rather quickly, as well. She sped up.

Her curls danced on her shoulders as she sped up into a light jog, "Thomas!" She cried out unsurely. The hooded boy glanced over his shoulder as he rounded a corner, and it only motivated her to speed up. She gripped onto her purse to keep it steady as she pushed herself out of the double doors, her pace slowing as she glanced around her. There was no one there.

Teresa paused, hearing the scuff of sneakers against the concrete. She shut her eyes for a moment, before slowly turning her body around, finally catching a clear glimpse of the boy she had been chasing all along.

"Thomas," She breathed, her eyebrows pulled together as her shoulders slumped. In relief? She didn't know. Maybe she was happy, that he was still alive after all this time.

The boy pursed his lips, blinking once before muttering, "Hey, Teresa."

Teresa inhaled whilst she shook her head, "You shouldn't be here. If Jenson finds out you're here- Is she here-"

Thomas cut her off before she could continue, "Im not staying," His tone was someone sharp, and he hesitated before lifting his foot to take a step closer to her. She could now see his features, his eyes held eye bags underneath, and he has the slightest scrub growing in across his chin.

"I just- I had to see you. I had to ask you somethin," He said lowly, avoiding her blue gaze as she exhaled lowly. He was rather close now, and he could see the freckles that littered her nose. The small scar she had on her forehead.

When Teresa said nothing, he took that as his cue, "Do you regret it? What you did to us."His voice sounded pained as the words left his mouth.

At that, tears began to gather at her eyes, and her voice cracked as she struggled to answer, "Sometimes. . . I was doing what I thought was right." She tried to excuse her previous actions, and Thomas fought back the urge to cut off her words. But he needed to hear her. He needed to hear everything she had to say.

"I would do it again."

There it is.

That was all he needed. His expression was the same, and he said nothing as he glanced behind her, giving a small nod before rapid footsteps were heard. Quickly, a bag was placed over her head, and Teresa was taken elsewhere.

It was funny, to think that after all this time, she would've regretted her decision. She would've felt bad for betraying the people she had gone through so much with. But no. She still didn't see her wrongdoing as everyone else did. There was no point in trying. And it was far too late too take it back.

Which led them here. Teresa was sat to a chair, as they all stood around her. When Aife first saw her body struggling against Gally's grip, her hand immediately went to the knife that was tucked away in her waist band, wanting nothing more than to use it on her, and do what she's been dying to do all this time. Kill her.

Her hair was tussled about as Gally had roughly ripped the bag off of her head.

Teresa's breathing began to pick up, her eyes wide, "Gally?"

"Heres how this is gonna go," He folded his arms over his chest, "We're gonna ask you some questions, and you're gonna tell us exactly what we need to know." He said shortly, pursing his lips.

Teresa shrunk back into the chair.

"We'll start off simple," Gally continued when she said nothing, reaching forward and gripping onto a chair of his own, "Where's Minho?" His tone was sharp, leaving no room for anyone to speak or question.

Teresa shook her head, glancing at Thomas with urgency. She casted a subtle glance toward Aife, who watched her with narrowed eyes, and a hint of amusement across her expression. The corner of her lips threatened to tug into a smile, but she refrained. It felt good. To have this power over someone who wronged them. Teresa felt somewhat relieved that Aife was alright. Why? She didn't know. She knew Aife would strangle her if she ever got the chance.

"You guys don't seriously think-" She was cut off by Gally slamming a chair down in font of her, blocking her view of Thomas.

He put both of his legs on either side, before resting his arms on the back off the chair.

"Don't look at him. Why are you lookin' at him? Look at me. He's not gonna help you." At Gally's words, Frypan nodded his head in agreement. Teresa glanced down at her lap, her tongue darting out to run across her lips.

"And we know you have Minho In the building. Where?" Gally interrogated.

Teresa swallowed a glob of spit before she lifted her gaze to meet eyes with the boy she thought was dead, "He's with the others in holding. Sub level three."

At that, Newt raised an eyebrow, "How many others?"

Teresa avoided everyones gaze, the feeling of embarrassment washing over her, "Twenty eight." She felt completely helpless. Which she was.

Gally then turned around to glance at Brenda, who sat at a small table, Jorge across from her as she held a four of hearts playing card in her hand. Where did she get it from? Aife had no clue. But she didn't care. Brenda allowed a smirk to tug at her lips.

"I can make that work."

Teresa was quick to retort, "No. No, you guys don't understand. That whole level is restricted. It- You can't get in without a thumbprint ID," She stammered, her gaze falling over everyone in an attempt to get her point across.

"Thats why you're gonna come with us," Thomas revealed, twiddling his thumbs to keep himself distracted.

"Well, I don't know," Gally's voice held no humor as he spoke, and he stood up, sliding his chair away and turning toward the table, pulling out a small scalpeland began to twirl it around, "We don't necessarily need her, right? We just need her finger."

Thomas was quick to put an end to it, "Gally, back off."

"No, no. Gally's got a point. What? You worried? You and your little princess," Aife challenged, and Thomas lightly shook his head. That was the first time she had spoken since Teresa had arrived, and of course, she had to say something like that.

"You squeamish?" Gally continued, "I guarantee she's done a lot worse to Minho." At that Thomas stood up, reaching toward Gally and taking the small blade from his grip.

"Thats not the plan. Back off." He dismissed. Way to suck the fun out of everything. Damn.

Teresa rolled her eyes, "You can do whatever you want to me. You still won't get through the front door. Sensors will pick you up as soon as-"

"We know," Thomas interrupted, moving to kneel down in front of her, "We're tagged. Property of WCKED."

That made Aife hold back a frown. There was a pregnant pause inbetween Thomas' words.

"You're gonna help us with that, too." He held up the scalpel.

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