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i'll do whatever i've got to
ain't no limits to the things i do
cause i will fight for
my survival

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chapter one
here come the arrivals

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HER HEAD was against the wall with her focus not leaving the man across from her. It had been almost four hours since the group had been 'saved' and rushed into a helicopter. Newt rested his head on Rosie's lap fully asleep after she played with his hair. Most of the Gladers were asleep besides Rosie and Minho. Both shared the same idea to not fully trust these people.

The pair stayed awake in case any of the soldiers acted up. To be fair, Minho and Rosie were one of the best protectors out of the group who could easily defend them. Everyone silently agreed that she was more skilled and had more strength than her boyfriend. Training in the glade did help her out a lot.

"You might want to wake them up now." The man spoke to Rosie and Minho, "we're about to land."

The pair glanced at one another as they started waking up the rest. "Newt," Rosie shook his shoulder, "wake up, we're about to land."

Newt fluttered his eyes open looking at his surroundings realizing he didn't dream about what had happened. "I'm up." Newt murmured sitting up to see the bright moon and the dark sky outside the window.

"Teresa." Rosie shook the girl awake who opened her eyes in fear. Her eyes softened once she saw who was calling for her. "Sorry."

The girl shook her head, "it's okay. What's going on?"

"We're landing." The helicopter's turbulence immediately woke up most of the other gladers. Everyone held onto parts of the helicopter as it flew down to the ground.

Rosie watched outside the window to see a massive building with a wide door opening. Soldiers running out with weapons in their hands. "When I say to follow, you follow and do not head elsewhere! Are we clear?"

       The clueless gladers nodded following whatever instructions they were given. The loud helicopter landed rather harshly as Rosie hit her head against the wall. "You alright?" Newt asked his hand reaching the back of Rosie's head messaging it momentarily.

       "I'm good."

       Soldiers outside opened the helicopter door pulling the Gladers out by their arms. Rosie's eyes widened as Newt was pulled out of the helicopter with no warning. The boy almost fell to the ground before he was able to hold himself and find his balance.

       Rosie watched other gladers being pulled out and the only thing Rosie could hear were shouts and hollers. Another soldier reached for Rosie grabbing a hold of her leg. The girl kicked away, "touch me again, I'll kick you in the face!"

       The man let out a chuckle or that's what Rosie thought she heard, "c'mon then! Follow the rest of your friends! Hurry up!"

       Jumping out of the helicopter, she covered her eyes as sand flew to her face. Rosie flinched at the contact with her eyes. She couldn't adjust herself before she was pushed by another soldier yelling at her, "Hurry up! You can't stay out here this long!"

       The push was hard enough for her to lose her balance and fall to the sand. Rosie was immediately pulled back up by Minho who was behind her. She couldn't even feel her feet it seemed Minho was doing all the work. The pair stopped abruptly as he yelled, "keep going!"

       Rosie turned back to see Minho running back to the helicopter shaking Thomas awake. She continued on looking around her dark surroundings to notice soldiers shooting in the dark.

      "Keep moving!"

       Her eyes widened as she witnessed a soldier shooting at a person. An infected person, Rosie remembered. She hated when memories would unlock themselves at the wrong times. At moments like these when she was running to enter the unknown building soldiers were yelling at her to enter.

       Rosie reached the entrance as it started to close. Her eyes wondering around to see what the place was. It was more of a compound. It was filled with containers, cargo, trucks, drills being used and people rushing around.

"What the hell is this place?" Minho asked as everyone stared in curiosity.

Thomas stood in front taking in everything as he replied to him, "no idea."

Rosie glanced to Newt who had also turned to her making sure she was okay. Her hand clung onto his shoulder as a soldier walked to the group. Newt looked into her eyes trying to read what she was thinking about. If she remembered anything about this place.

"Anything?" Newt asked in a hush tone that no one else could hear.

"Not this place." Rosie whispered, "I'll tell you if I do."

"Follow me! Quickly!" The soldier exclaimed already walking away leaving the Gladers confused.

Frypan turned to see all of them frozen, "well? The man said to follow him, c'mon!" The boy with overalls leaded the group as they all rushed to catch up with the soldier.

Rosie's eyes wondered around trying to take a good look at any person that passed by them. The group took a sharp turn jogging before the soldier opened a metal door with a tag attached to his uniform. "Get inside, hurry, hurry!"

Before Rosie knew it, she was rushed inside a room almost crashing into Teresa's back. She could feel Newt's hands on her arms trying to protect her from being pushed by the rest. "Wait, wait! What's going on out there!?" Thomas yelled as sirens went off.

"Nothing we can't handle!" The man yelled before shutting the door and leaving the group in darkness for a brief second.

"Hey! Hey!" Thomas yelled banging on the door, "let us out!"

The group of friends looked around the room once the lights started to turn on. It was silent. They made no sound as the table in front of them was displayed with different sorts of food.

Rosie heard Winston's stomach growl in front of her. A little chuckle left her lips as she heard Frypan, "dibs on the rice!"

       Everyone sprinted grabbing all types of foods on the table not caring about using utensils. The boys ate with their dirty hands and drank out of the jars. Rosie grabbed a chicken leg devouring it with some rice and sauce. The boys eventually grabbed themselves plates serving themselves rice, beans, sauce, whatever was on the table.

      "This is way better than Frypan's food!"

        The Gladers laughed among themselves starting a food fight that everyone got involved in. "The rice! Watch out with the rice!" Frypan exclaimed trying to save whatever was left of the rice as the rest of the food was flying around the table.

       Rosie could feel her happiness running through her body because for a good few minutes she forgot about what was happening to her. Especially when Newt pulled her to him pressing his lips onto hers before the boys threw food at them.

       "Minho!" Rosie exclaimed grabbing a handful of mash potatoes and aiming right at the boy's face. "Ha!"

        "Oh, really?" Minho grinned grabbing a handful of the rice Frypan strictly said not to touch. The Asian boy threw the white rice that Rosie tried to dodge but landed on her hair.

       "You're going to pay for that!"

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        APPROXIMATELY almost a whole hour had passed by since the soldiers forced them inside the waiting room. Everyone had found a comfortable spot to rest from the excessive amount of food they devoured.

      Frypan leaned on one of the pillars, "I don't know who these guys are but they can cook." He pointed out before feeding himself another spoonful of the rice. Thomas sat in front of him facing three of the gladers: Newt, Teresa, and Rosie.

      "Who are they really though?" Teresa asked being the first to bring up the topic that everyone had in the back of their minds. "I mean, we don't know anything about 'em."

      Teresa sat on one of the heavy sand bags, the back of her head resting on Newt's leg. Rosie sat under Newt and next to Teresa. The two girls looked at one another being more concerned than the boys.

       "Well we know they're not friends of WICKED." Newt added his fingers playing with a strand of his girlfriend's wavy hair.

       Minho laid sprawled on top of the table sitting slightly up, "that's good enough for me, you guys think too much. We're free. Enjoy it."

      Rosie shook her head, "I don't think we should trust them this blindly. Like Teresa said we have no clue who they really are. What if they're a different group trying to do similar things like WICKED?"

      Teresa pointed at Rosie, "I agree. Let's not take our walls down this quick."

      The Asian boy sighed, "do what you guys want but they rescued us. They saved our lives. I'm satisfied being anywhere but the glade."

      The group turned their heads hearing the large door open wide. Thomas was the first to stand up as the rest followed suit.

      A man in a black coat with combed gray hair entered the room, "you kids doing, alright?" The man looked at every glader as they walked towards him for answers. "Sorry about all the fuss we had ourselves a little bit of a swarm."

      "Who are you?" Thomas asked

       Rosie stood behind Thomas and in between Minho and Frypan. Newt stood behind her his hand on her shoulder for comfort. Her head tilted to her right trying to figure where she's seen the man before. His face was familiar her brain caught onto his features especially when his eyes lingered on Rosie.

        "I'm the reason you're still alive." The man spoke answering Thomas' question, "it's my intention to keep it that way. Now come with me, we'll get you kids squared away."

     The group looked at one another not knowing if to trust the man or not. "go, go, go!" Teresa muttered as they quickly followed him since he walked quite fast.

"You can call me Mr. Janson." He spoke guiding them through pathways, "I run this place. For us it is a sanctuary. Safe from the horrors of the outside world. You all should think of it as a wait station. Kind of a home between homes."

Rosie winced at the sudden sharp pain that shot through her bicep which Newt noticed as he grabbed a hold of her hand rubbing her thumb for comfort. "That means you're taking us home?" Thomas asked

Janson looked behind himself as he kept walking to answer Thomas' question, "a home of sorts. Sadly there wouldn't be much left of wherever you came from but we do have a place for you. A refuge. Outside the scorch where WICKED could never find you again. How does that sound?"

Minho felt Rosie's pat on the arm as he glanced down to her and up to Newt as he asked the question the three were thinking. "Why are you helping us?"

"Let's just say the world out there is a rather precarious situation, we're all hanging on by a very thin thread. The fact that you kids can manage to survive the flare virus, makes you the best chance of humanity's continued survival." Janson explained, "unfortunately, it also makes you a target as no doubt by now you've noticed." Janson used his key card to swipe it on a scanner talking more, "beyond these doors lays a beginning of your new lives."

The metal door automatically came up revealing an empty corridor. "First things first, let's do something about that smell. We'll get you guys cleaned up and then each of you will get a checkup to make sure you're all healthy."

Newt and Rosie glanced at one another as she pulled her sleeves down self conscious about her infection. The girl squeezed his hand twice informing him that she was actually scared. A woman around her early 30's appeared in the hall walking towards them. Rosie didn't want to be separated from the group at any moment and she figured she was going to be split up with only Teresa.

       "Katherine, here will take the two young ladies while I walk you to the bathroom." Janson explained noticing the worried looks especially more visible coming from Newt and Thomas, "don't worry boys, the girls are in good hands. They'll meet with you after."

        "My name is Katherine as you girls have already heard. I will take you to the showers and have you prepped for your evaluations." The woman had long blonde hair that flowed perfectly down stopping at her mid back. "Follow me."

        Rosie glanced over at Newt who nodded squeezing her hand before letting go. Teresa stood by her as the two started following the woman through the corridor leaving the boys behind.

       "Our staff have done their best to provide all materials you may need," Katherine explained with her hands as they turned a corner, "from shampoos, soaps, razors, lotions, everything you might need."

       The two girls glanced at one another not knowing if to reply or keep quiet. The girls turned another corner stopping as Katherine brought her left thumb up on the scanner. The automatic door opened revealing a locker room. "Follow me girls, your supplies are already set. We have your things set on the benches with your names."

       Rosie raised her eyebrow the moment the woman said they had the supplies with their names on it. To Rosie's dismay, it looked like that fact flew right over Teresa's head.

         "You have about an hour before you are expected to head over to the health department. A soldier will be waiting right outside the lead you there. Any questions?"

         The two girls looked at one another before shaking their heads at the woman in front of them. "Alright then, if you have any questions please ask one of the soldiers to page me. You have the entire space to yourselves. Enjoy."

       Katherine waved her hand before walking out of the locker room leaving the two girls completely alone. Teresa shrugs her shoulders looking around the large room. There was an immense amount of lockers and before Rosie could notice Teresa disappeared and out of her sight.

Rosie felt odd with the girl. They hadn't gotten off on the right foot and she didn't know if she really wanted to try. Rosie was accustom to only boys, she forgot how to be friends with a girl. A girl that was present in a lot of her memories.

"Rosie, come look at this!" Teresa spoke as the girl headed to where the voice came from.

There were two containers. One with the name Teresa and the other name Rosie. Each container had different types of materials. They were all designated for their hair types, bodies, dryness, etc. A bandage roll was on Rosie's container making her question the facility more.

Next to their containers were a set of clothes. Teresa's outfit seemed loose fitting as Rosie's was the opposite. Rosie's displayed clothes were a black v-neck long sleeve shirt with khaki cargo pants while Teresa's was baggy sweats and a large t shirt.

"That's odd, don't you think?" Teresa questioned turning to Rosie picking up on the fact that she wasn't going to reply. "We'll, I'm just going to start." Teresa muttered grabbing the designated container and a towel.

Rosie grabbed the container designated for her and a towel folded on the rack in front of her. She used one of the stalls three showers away from Teresa. She stripped away from the clothes piling it on the floor as she turned on the warm water she had been deprived of for months.

Once the water hit Rosie's body she felt like melting in it shutting her eyes closed to enjoy. The girl wet her dirty hair rinsing off the dirt. Her eyes opened momentarily freaking her out once the floor was mixed with water and blood. It hit her so quickly as she tried shutting her eyes closed to avoid it. But everything at the moment reminded her of them.

Alby.

Jimmy.

Chuck.

Ander.

Gally.

Vince.

Tears came flooding down her face as she knew the blood that washed down her body wasn't hers.

It was theirs.

It was Gally's.

Rosie let out a whimper covering her mouth with her hand as she didn't want Teresa to hear her. She didn't want anyone to hear her. She wanted to scream. She wanted to yell. She wanted revenge. She wanted vengeance for all the people she had to leave behind.

And she was going to get it.

       One way or another.