"Truth gonna come out, someday
It's gonna wipe that smile right off your face
But you can run
You can run
You can run"

Group A ran through the abandoned mall.  Cranks right on their tails as they ran up the escalator.  A crank lunged at Jack and dragged him down with him back on the first floor.  They continued to run until a crank jumped on Newt.  Thomas immediately went over and pushed the crank off him and helped him up.

"Thanks Tommy."  Newt breathed out as the crank went to lunge at him but a shot went off and the crank fell dead.  The two boys looked from the dead crank to the gun that was aimed at them.

Clara slowly pulled the gun down as she looked at Thomas.  She had her black bandana covering her face as she grabbed another gun from her waist.

"Which one of you idiots turned on the lights?"  She questioned as more cranks made their way towards them.  "Move!"  She said and lifted her two guns up and started to fire away.

"This one!"  Minho said as Fry tried to get the door open.

Winston stood beside Clara as he was shooting at cranks as well. One of Clara's gage got empty and she immediately dropped it to the ground before putting a new one in and started to shoot again.

"Damn." Minho breathed out as he watched her.

"Can you hurry up?" Clara hissed as Winston gun was now empty.

"I'm out!" He shouted and Clara shoved a pistol his way.

"You're giving that back to me." She told him as the two continued to shoot. The door finally got open as the others ran out.

Clara quickly grabbed the back of Winstons shirt and pulled him out. But cranks latched onto him and started to pull him back. Winston screamed as he grabbed onto Clara's arms, Clara gripping him tightly.

"Help me!" Winston cried out as others started to pull him as well while Minho tried to keep the door closed. Thomas went to help Minho as they finally got Winston out.

"Go! Go!" Thomas told him as Clara helped push the door back as well. But not after she got a glimpse of Minho. She took a second glance and couldn't believe her eyes. But this was no time for talking.

The three quickly ran as the door flew open, the cranks right behind them as they ran. A sudden hand grabbed Clara and pulled her down under some concrete. The hand belonged to Fry.

"Shhhh. Shhh." Fry told her as she sat up straight against the concrete. Thomas quickly turned off the flashlight as they all huddled with one another. No one asked who Clara was. They didn't have time. Not yet anyways.

~~~

Clara didn't even sleep. She didn't need sleep. She needed to get on her radio and get Aaron to pick her up. Clara stood up as she looked at them sleeping. Her eyes flickered from Fry, to Newt, to Minho. They're alive, along with these newbies. But where were the others? She had a feeling she knew, but she couldn't be sure.

Thomas slowly woke up and saw a crow a few feet away from him and he started to shoo it away. "Get out of here." He told it as it flew away, waking up the others.

Clara was kneeled down on one knee as she loaded her pistol, her back turned to them. She clenched her jaw before adjusting her bandana on her face before standing up and turning around. Clara cocked the gun as it was aimed at Thomas.

"Woah. Woah." Thomas held his hands up in surrender as he slowly stood up along with the others, well. Beside Winston. Winston went to grab the pistol Clara gave him but found it was gone.

"You should really count your bullets...I also took it away from you when you were all sleeping. I did say I wanted my gun back." Clara smirked under her bandana.

"We don't mean any harm." Thomas told her in a soft voice as he eyed her.

"I don't know about that." Clara cocked her head to the side a bit before she pointed her gun at Minho who just glared at her.

"I know Minho is capable of murdering." She spoke and everyone's eyes went wide. She then pointed the gun at Newt.

"Newt here looks like someone innocent, but he could pull the trigger." Then turned the gun to Fry.

"I'm sure Fry killed someone before".

Everyone looked at one another in shock then slightly at each other. No one mentioned each other's names with her around. Newt was the first one to say something as he looked at her.

"How do you know our names?" He questioned.

Clara glared at him as she pointed her gun back at Newt before she pulled her black bandana down around her neck with her free hand.

"Surprise." Clara said with a sing song creepy tone.

"Clara?" Minho asked in complete shock, his arms slowly going down to his sides. Thomas eyes widened. He remembered what Newt told him about her.

"Well this is one hell of a reunion." Clara laughed bitterly.

"How-How are you alive?" Newt looked at her. She looked the same except her hair was longer and the scars that ran down the right side of her face.

"Oh, yeah.  You three must be very confused after you sacrificed me to the maze for your freedom.  How did that go?  Huh?  Did they get you out?"  She asked with a wicked laugh.

"Clara, we're sorry."  Fry looked at her sadly.

"Sorry won't cut it Fry!"  She yelled as she kept the gun raised.  "You know, as I was laying on the floor bleeding out after the griever sliced me up good.  I just begged for death because I was in so much pain.  But, when I woke up in WCKDs little hospital.  They told me it was a test.  No passing, no failing.  Nothing."  She ranted and the three felt guilt.  More guilt then they did when they thought she was dead.

"Ohh. They don't know?" Clara asked as she looked at the ones she didn't recognize. Seeing how they looked at the three surprised, well besides Thomas who knew the story. "Oops.
My bad." Clara spoke sarcastically as she moved on her feet, tightening her gun that was pointed at Minho again as she felt so much anger.

"What about the others?" She asked, her eyes never leaving Minho's.   "What?"  Minho asked.

"Are the others alive?"  She asked, thrusting the gun slightly forward in her grip. Newt took a step forward, his hand out, letting her know he wasn't going to do anything else.

"They didn't make it."  Newt told her softly as her eyes shifted to him.

"What about Nick?"  She asked and Newt could see the pain in her eyes, they all did.  He just shook his head.

"One night we got attacked by Grievers.  They got him."

"Leo?"  Clara lowered the gun slightly.

"Just gone."  Newt answered again and he knew who she was going to ask next.

"Gally?"  Her voice cracked slightly and Minho looked at Newt.

"Dead."  Newt answered.  He wasn't going to tell her that Minho killed him.  Because he knew she would kill Minho right there.

"I thought he would've made it out."  Clara muttered before she pointed it again at Minho, her finger on the trigger.

"Don't do this Clara.  Please."  Newt begged as no one else dared to move, scared of what she would do.  She had many reasons, good reasons to pull that trigger. Clara continued to stare into Minho's eyes before she let out a frustrated noise and flicked the safety back on, everyone breathing out in relief.

Clara put the gun back in the holder before she went over to her backpack and pulled out a portable radio. She turned it on as she spoke into it.

"Aaron come in." She spoke as everyone looked at her. "You guys stare a lot." She said and some of them looked away.

"Aaron it's Clara, come in, over." She said one more time but it was all static. "Great." She muttered, turning it off and putting it back in the bag. Broken.

"Alright. Let's go." Clara told them, zipping up her bag and slinging it over her shoulder.

"Wait." Aris said as he walked towards her.

"What?" She looked at him.

"I heard WCKD, talk about these people. They live in the mountains. They're called The Right Arm. Do you know where they're at?" Aris asked and Clara smiled widely as she had an amused look on her face.

"You just found one."

**So excited for this part😆**

**You Can Run ~ Adam Jones**