𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙇𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝘾𝙞𝙩𝙮

𝙀𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙙 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 squint at the bright sunlight as the roaring of the vehicle fills the air. Thomas shifts awkwardly from across the girl, before finally lifting his whiskey orbs up to the small brunette.

"Holy shit, Blake—"

Thomas' eyes widen as he gazes at the girl, concern flooding his features as he scoots closer—trying to get a better view.

"What?" Blake asks, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion as Thomas raises his hand up to tilt the girl's face to the side.

"Jesus—" Newt hisses "Did you not feel that?" The blond asks in disbelief.

Shaking her head in confusion Blake's eyes connect with Thomas' for a brief moment.

"This is going to hurt." The boy whispers before quickly pinching the shard of glass between his fingertips.

"What's—" Blake starts to question, but quickly yelps when Thomas yanks the shard out of her head.

"Ow!" Blake hisses as Thomas lowers his hand, showing the girl the inch long shard of bloody glass that had been imbedded into her skin.

"Oh my god, Blake." Fry whispers in a mixture of disbelief and concern, watching as Thomas rips the bottom of his shirt off.

"I mean—my head was killing me and I felt the sting, but I didn't know that I had a—OW" Blake yelps again, flinching back as Thomas tried to wipe the dirt and blood off.

"Sorry." The boy whispered as Newt and Fry share glances, smirking as they watch the boy tend to Blake's open wound.

Emerald orbs narrow at the boy as Thomas holds her gaze for a little longer than he intended, noting how his eyes softened and his whiskey orbs darkened as they trailed over her face.

"Why are are looking at me like that?" Blake questioned, not caring if there were other pairs of eyes trained on the two.

Thomas rolled his eyes, sending the girl a cocky smirk as he leaned back and away from the confused brunette girl. "Like what?" The boy questioned with an amused smirk still resting on his kissable lips.

"Like—"

"I'm impressed." Jorge cut the small brunette off, making the girl quickly advert her gaze from the boy beside her to the front of the vehicle. "You guys almost lasted a whole day!"

Wanting to get away from the tension growing thick in the air, Blake quickly climbed over the backseat—leaving Fry and Thomas in the very back as she plopped herself down next to the blond.

"You good?" Newt questioned, slightly sending the small girl a smirk.

Blake swallowed a thick lump in her throat before nodding. "Yep, never better." The small girl quipped, glancing back to Thomas—who now sat up closer to the back seat, with Fry right beside him.

Brenda quickly shifted in her seat and spun around to face the teenagers, smiling and shaking her head.

"Good to see you, Bren." Blake shifted awkwardly under the intense gaze of the older girl. "Great timing, really..." The small brunette nervously laughed, earning a chuckle to sound from Brenda as she peered at each teenager behind her.

"I'm sorry." Thomas started "I didn't wanna bring you guys into this."

Brenda's gaze on the boy turning into a glare. Rolling her eyes, the older girl turned her head to Jorge.

"I think what he's trying to say is thanks for saving us." Fry said, slapping the boy on his shoulder playfully.

"You're welcome." Brenda smiled before turning back around to face forward.

"Hey, don't get your hopes up. That checkpoint back there, that was the city's last defense. If that was over run, chances are the city is, too." Jorge says, continuing to keep his eyes on the road in front of him.

Newt stiffened from beside Blake, hanging his arm out of the window as his eyebrows furrowed. "Yeah, unless they figured out some other way to keep cranks out."

Emerald orbs widen as Blake turns her head, taking in the sight before her.

Jorge suddenly slams on the breaks, all passengers and Jorge piling out of the truck as they peer into the distance. Blake's breath catches in her throat as she stands between Thomas and Brenda.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺

A large, concrete wall surrounds the numerous skyscrapers standing tall inside the walls. Lights flicker and flash off into the distance as Blake's heart flutters against her chest.

She had never seen something like this. Something resembling the erra of time before the virus.

It was beautiful, but scary at the same time—given who ran the city.

"Funny..." Newt cuts into the moment, "Spent three years trapped behind walls, trying to break out, and now we want to break back in."

"Yeah, it's hilarious." Fry scoffs

"Jorge, how do we get in?" Thomas asks, shifting on the other foot as the older man steps closer.

"Don't look at me, hermano. Those walls are new. I guess that's WCKD's answer for everything."

The small brunette's anxiety bubbles in her stomach, not liking the feeling of being remotely close to the people who tortured her, and her friends for so many months.

Squeezing her eyes shut for a brief moment to push those memories into the back of her head, Blake opens her emeralds back up with a new found determination.

She had to rescue her best friend. She needed to push her own selfish thoughts to the back of her mind and push through.

𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘔𝘪𝘯.

"Well, we ain't gonna figure it out from up here." Brenda says, cutting through the silence. "Let's go!" The older girl ushers, quickly climbing back into the vehicle as some of the others follow.

Blake sucks in a shaky breath as she keeps her gaze trained on the fortress, miles into the distance. A large hand snakes down to grab onto hers as Blake tries to keep herself calm.

"Hey, it'll be okay." Thomas' voice whispers into her ear, sending shivers down her spine as his hot breath hits her skin.

Swallowing a thick lump in her throat, Blake nods before Newt steps toward the two. "You really think he's in there?"

"I guess we'll find out." Thomas answers after a moment of silence, keeping his fingers intertwined with the small brunette's next to him.

Blake sighs as she lets go of the boys hand, walking back to the truck to leave the two boys alone as Newt's voice stops her in her tracks.

"You know she's gonna be there, too." The blond says in a hushed whisper, trying not to stir up certain emotions.

Blake's anger bubbles inside her stomach as her knuckles turn white from clenching her fists together.

𝘖𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.

Thousands of people chattering and yelling fill the air as Blake and Thomas lead the group through the streets of the last cities surrounding the fortress.

"This place has really gone through hell." Jorge says as he steps to walk along side the two brunettes.

"We just gotta stay together." Thomas added, snaking his hand down to intertwine with Blake's.

A soft smile forms on the small brunette's lips as she looks between their hands, before lifting her softened emeralds up to the pair of whiskey orbs gazing back down at her.

Brenda lightly slaps the blond on the chest, pointing her finger to the cute moment. "That's adorable."

The blond shakes his head as his lips pull into a smile. "Yet, they won't tell each other exactly how they feel."

A sudden loudspeaker cuts through the air as the group presses closer. "We are the voice of the voiceless!" A man shouts, making Thomas whip around. "They hide behind their walls, thinking they can keep the cure for themselves, while they watch the rest of us wither and rot!"

Blake furrows her eyebrows together as Thomas pushes them back a little, shifting so the vehicle filled with armed soldiers roll past.

As if in slow motion, Blake narrows her eyes at one particular soldier—eyeing both of the brunettes as he glides past.

"But there are more of us than there are of them!" The man continues shouting over the loudspeaker as the same guard keeps his gaze trained on the two.

Blake nudges the side of Thomas' leg with their hands still intertwined. "You see that too, right?"

Thomas nods as he keeps his gaze trained on the truck, not taking his eyes off of the vehicle as it passes through the crowd. "Yeah."

"Let's bring back a victory!" The man yells, earning a chorus of cheers to erupt from the hoard of people surrounding the group.

Whirling and buzzing snap's both of the brunettes out of their gaze, quickly following the noise as drones appear above them.

A buzzing noise catches one of the IT guy's attention, swirling around in his chair to face the screen blinking red.

"Get Janson." The man says to the other, furrowing his eyebrows as he stares at the screen in front of him.

Two pictures appear on the screen surrounded in red.

One of those being a boy and the other—a girl.

Both brunettes—with a status five, fugitive warning above their mugshots.

People chant and scream as Blake and Thomas follow behind Brenda. Green orbs scan around the mass amount of people yelling and screaming.

"That's it!" Thomas stops, pointing to the gate heavily guarded before them. "That's our way in!"

"You're kidding, right?" Blake questions in disbelief, shaking her head as her face forms into a look of pure confusion.

Thousands of people chant "let's us in" all around the group as the follow behind Thomas. Moving closer to the gate, Blake trails back to stay with Brenda as Jorge pushes to the front to retrieve the boy.

Shaking her head, Blake glances to the older girl beside her. "There's no way we're making it through there. He's out of his damn mind."

Brenda presses her lips together as she agrees with the smaller girl beside her. "Trust me, I know. I've had to deal with him while you were gone."

A smile spreads across Blake's lips as she and Brenda exchange glances. "Thank you." Blake chuckles.

"I don't know how you do it, honestly." Brenda laughs, wiggling her eyebrows at the boy talking to Jorge in front of them.

"Me either." Blake shakes her head

"What the hell did we get ourselves into?" Fry questions from beside the two girls, continuing to push past people as they shout.

"Get out of my way! Get out of my way!" Jorge shouts pushing past the crowd.

Stopping at the edge of the barricades, Jorge shakes his head. "Thomas, this doesn't feel right."

Walking beside Brenda, Blake's eyebrows furrow as she notes the soldiers in masks walking along side with them at a distance. The small brunette's stomach churns as she glances back to share a look with Newt and Fry behind her.

Finally pushing past the crowd of people, Blake and Brenda come to stand beside Thomas and Jorge, both girls breathing heavily as they try to catch their breath.

"Hey" Blake starts, wanting to tell the group—but Newt cuts in faster. "We gotta go, now!" The blond ushers in a panic, pulling Thomas' jacket as he backs away.

"Look—now!" Newt yells over the crowd, nodding to the masked soldiers pushing past the bodies.

Thomas quickly snaps his eyes around the crowd, scanning over the numerous faces before noticing the guards rushing towards them.

Jorge wastes no time and pulls his pistol of out its holster as Thomas' hand rests on the small of Blake's back—keeping her close.

A sudden metallic creaking echoing throughout the air, snaps the group's attention away—quickly turning their bodies to the horrifying sound in front of them. The crowd goes dead silent as Thomas quickly shoots his hand down to grab a hold of Blake's.

A metal clanking catches the small brunette's attention, shifting her gaze to the metal block spinning on the side of the wall with it's lights flashing red.

"R-run." Blake barely manages to get out, nudging her and Thomas' hands to hit his thigh. "Go, run!"

Screams erupt from the crowd as people disperse, all running for their lives as Blake tries to pull Thomas into a run.

"Thomas, let's go." Jorge yells "We gotta get out of here!"

"Thom-" Blake starts, but gets cut off when a sudden loud boom cracks through the air—making the group flinch back as dust flies everywhere.

"Let's go! Let's go!" Thomas shouts, pushing Blake in front of him as they kick their feet into a run.

"Go! Go!" Thomas shouts "come on!" He ushers pushing Blake to run faster as she steps in beside Brenda.

Screams and loud booms echo through the air as people push past, running and screaming for their lives.

"Blake, this way!" Brenda calls, tugging the girl along as she ducks away from the flying debris.

"Let's go, let's go, let's go!" Jorge ushers from in front as Brenda and Blake both barely make it to the cement hallway. Dust flies past Blake and Brenda as they take cover by a wall, leaving Thomas to skid to a stop as he turns back around to help the girls to safety.

"Come on, come on, come on!" Thomas shouts, quickly grabbing on to Blake's hand to guide her and Brenda out the in coming missiles.

"No way out!!" Newt yells as a guard suddenly stops the boy in his tracks.

Blake and Thomas turn a corner quickly to come face to face with some dude wearing a mask—stopping Thomas in his place.

The guy pauses for a second before another guard comes behind Blake and wraps his arms around her small frame to haul her over his shoulder.

"Hey!" The girl shouts, banging her fists onto the guard's back, angrily.

"Get your fucking hands off of her!" Thomas shouts, thrashing in the taller guard's grasp as the guy backs him up.

"Get your fuckin hands off of me!" Blake shouts, thrashing in the man's hold.

The small brunette lets out a small yelp as her back collides with the cold metal beneath her.

Slamming the door to the van shut, the guards pile into the vehicle—leaving Blake to blink her emerald orbs around in the darkness surrounding her.