You're always riding in the backseat
Now I'm smiling from the stage while
You were clapping in the nosebleeds
Thunder, feel the thunder
Lightning and the thunder

The fire was out and the group was scattered around sleeping. Thomas slowly woke up as thunder was heard in the distance. He rested on his hands and knees, his eyes going wide when he saw lights in the distance. He let out a cough then hit Newt who was laying next to him, immediately waking him up.

"Newt. Get up!" Thomas said. "Come on let's go! Aris, Clara! I see something." Thomas hit them as well, everyone starting to get up.

"What is that?" Minho asked.

"You see that?" Thomas asked then looked to Clara.

"I've never seen that before." She told them honestly.

"It's lights." Thomas smiled.

"We made it." Newt said softly.

"That's not The Right Arm." She told him but no one seemed to acknowledge her. More lighting and thunder went off in the back, getting awfully close to them.

"Ok. Let's go. Come on." Thomas told them. They quickly grabbed their stuff and started to run towards the lights. The lighting get closer.

"Keep moving! Come on"

"We're getting closer!"

"Get inside go!" Thomas shouted as they were so close to the building.

Lighting struck right down at a car that Minho and Thomas were passing. The two flew back, Minho getting struck by it while Thomas didn't.

Clara quickly stopped and turned around as she saw Minho laying still on the ground. Clara always thought of seeing someone from the glade get hurt, get what they deserved after what they did to her. She always imagined how good it would feel to see them suffer like she did. But, this wasn't a good feeling. The feeling she was getting at the moment was her heart dropping down to her stomach.

"Minho." Clara whispered and ran over to him as her hands hovered over his chest, smoke coming off of him. "Someone help me!" She shouted back to the others.

Thomas was the first one to her side as he started to pull him up, Clara helping him when Newt went by her side. "Come on, get him up." Newt said as Clara and Aris started to drag Minho, an arm each over their shoulders.

Fry held the door open as Teresa was the first to run inside.  Fry waved them on.  "Come on!  Hurry up!"  He told them as they finally made it, Fry closing the door behind them.

"Watch his head."

"Turn on a light!"

"Ow!  That's my foot."

"Is he dead?"

A flashlight turned on as the group looked at Minho's unconscious body.  "Clara, is he dead?"  Newt asked worriedly as she was examining him.  She didn't say anything and gave a few hard punches to his chest.  That's when he let out a cough. 

"What happened?"  He asked, looking at Clara since she was hovering above him.

"You were struck by lightning."  She told him seriously, sighing in relief that he was alright.

"Oh."  He told her with a smile and a few of the group helped pull him up as he had a smile still on his face.  "Thanks guys."

Minho then turned to Clara and placed a hand on her shoulder.  "Clara, I would say that it seemed like you were worried about me dying." Minho told her and she just gave him a bored look.

"I would say that the lighting fried your brain." She retorted.

"Hey." Teresa was ahead of the group by a few feet. "What's that smell?" She took a few more steps before turning on her flashlight, a crank flying towards her. The group let out a scream and Clara shot the crank in the head.

"Behind you!" Another crank from behind Thomas, Clara shooting that one as well.

They quickly closed in together, noticing they were on some type of chains. Clara didn't bother to shoot anymore, not yet anyways. "There's so many." Clara looked at them all in disgust.

"I see you met our guard dogs." A female's voice broke out as she made her way passed the cranks and stopped a few feet away from the group.

"I don't appreciate people killing the guard dogs."  Brenda spoke, looking at Clara.

"I don't appreciate 'guard dogs' about to rip my throat out."  Clara fired back, a hard look on her face as she slowly put the weapon back in its slot on her waist.

"Come on."  Brenda told the group as she started to make her way where she first appeared.  "I mean you could always stay here."  She told them when she noticed they weren't following.

Didn't take long because the group followed her up the stairs and into the building.  They looked around as they saw the adults there looking at them.

"Don't mind them.  They're curious...so am I."  Brenda told them with a smile before they came to a stop.

"Jorge."  Brenda said as a man had their back to them, listening to something on the radio before he slowly turned around and looked at the group.

"Do you ever get the feeling the whole world is against you?"  He asked.

"All the time."  Clara spoke out truthfully, Jorge looking to her with a small smile before he had a straight face again, walking towards them.

"Three questions.  Where did you come from?  Where are you going?  How can I profit?"  He asked as he started to pour himself a drink.

The group of kids looked at each other briefly, while Clara just stared at him.  Her facial expression was a mix of curious and stubbornness.  No one said anything.

"Don't all answer at once."

"We're heading for the mountains."  Thomas spoke up, Clara glancing at him since he was standing on her right side, Newt somewhat behind the two.

"Looking for The Right Arm."  Thomas finished, glancing at Clara for a quick moment.  The adults laughing at that.  Clara furrowed her eyebrows together, not knowing why they laughed.

"You're looking for ghost you mean."  Jorge smiled slightly and Clara chewed on her lip slightly at the comment.  Her group sure were something.

"Question number two."  Jorge walked directly in front of them.  "Where did you come from?"

"That's our business."  Minho told him. 

Clara observed the look on Jorges face and she slowly put her hand on the gun, her fingers slowly curling around it as she started to lift it.  That's when the group got grabbed.

Clara whipped her gun out, but a man grabbed her arm, the bullet shooting through the ceiling as he shoved her on the ground.

"Get the hell off me!"  Thomas shouted.

"I'm going to snap your neck!"  Clara threatened as her left side of her face was being held down in the ground.

"What is that?!"  Thomas shouted again.

"You were right."  Brenda spoke and handed the scanner to Jorge.

"I'm sorry hermano."  Jorge looked to Thomas who stood back with the others. Minus Clara who was still being held down as the man was taking her weapons from her.

"Looks like you're tagged.  You came from WCKD...which means you are very valuable."  Jorge told them as the man holding down Clara  abruptly pulled her up.

"You know where to put them."  Jorge said as they started to pull the group somewhere else.  The man holding Clara, not doing anything.

"What?"  Jorge asked as the man handed him a weapon.  Jorge analyzed it before he looked at Clara in shock.

"The Right Arm."  He mumbled.

"Thought we were ghosts, no?"  Clara smirked slightly.

**Freaken Chic-fil-A only has one size milkshakes now. Not them telling me to lay off on the shakes😩✋**

**Thunder ~ Imagine Dragons**