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"Rise and shine." A raspy voice whispered in my ear. I felt someone place a lock of my hair behind my ear, making me open my eyes. A slightly tanned, chinky-eyed guy was looking down on me, a small smile resting on his face. I just stared at him for a few seconds, until the smile disappeared from his face. "Are you okay?" He asked. I racked my brain for information, who is he?!
"Who are you?" I asked back. "Where's Terrence?" I sat up, instantly feeling dizzy. "Nicole...you don't...know me?" He said, staring at me unbelievingly. "I'm sorry. They...made me forget things." I whispered, looking down at my hands. He didn't say anything.
"Well," He said, breaking the silence. "Atleast you're back with me." He forced a smile, before walking away from me and approaching some other people. I stood up and looked around, trying to find Terrence. But I spotted someone else.
"Thomas!" I shouted, a bit surprised, and ran to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck, finally feeling okay. "You're here." I whispered. "You're awake." He chuckled, his chest vibrating. I pulled away, and realized everyone was looking at me, then Thomas, then Minho. "Um, hello." I said. "I'm Nicole."
Their eyes widened in surprise. Maybe I was supposed to know them. I breathed deeply, I want to remember. "It's okay Nicole." A dark-skinned boy said. "I'm Frypan, I can cook very well." He smiled, putting his hand infront of me. I shook it gladly. "I'd love to taste that sometime."
"I'm Newt. We were like siblings, back in the Maze." He chuckled, pulling me in for a hug. I awkwardly hugged him back.
"I'm Teresa." A beautiful girl with black hair said, smiling at me and keeping her distance. I just smiled back.
"I'm Minho." He said, his arms crossed against his chest.
"I'm...Winston." Someone spoke up behind me. I almost gasped when I saw him on the floor. "Oh, what happened?" I asked, kneeling down beside him. "He was attacked." Thomas simply answered.
I suddenly remembered Terrence. "Where's Terrence?" I asked, quickly standing up. "I'm here." I turned around, seeing Terrence walking towards me with his hand raised. "Thought you were gone for a second there." I chuckled. "You don't feel weak anymore?" He said, playfully punching me on the arm. I punched him back. "Does that seem weak to you, huh?"
"Oh, by the way," Terrence said, fishing something out of his pocket. "This is yours." He pulled out a bracelet. "Oh! Where did you find that?" I asked, laying my wrist out infront of him. "Went back for it when...I just found it." He said. I didn't dig any further into his correction, I have a feeling it has something to do with my forgotten memories. He locked the bracelet on my wrist, smiling at me after.
I felt a cold stare from someone beside me, so I quickly turned around and catched Minho glaring at my wrist. I awkwardly put my wrist down.
"Everyone's getting ready to leave. You should too." He coldy commanded before turning back from me again. "What's up with him?" I whispered to Terrence. "You'll find out." He shrugged.
Since I didn't really have anything with me, I just sat down while they packed all their things.
"Let's go." Thomas said, and we started to walk. "Where exactly are we going?" I asked. "Just shut up and keep walking." Minho ordered. I gave him a cold glare before staying silent and just walking.
After a few hours of walking, we spotted a building in the distance. So that's where were going.
Winston started to cough badly, before losing his footing and falling down on the ground. "Winston!" Newt grimaced. "Bloody hell." I heard him cuss.
Since Winston can't walk anymore, they built a basket-like thing to carry him.
Somehow, I don't really like Winston. I don't...feel safe with him.
"Thirsty?" Newt asked, offering me a bottle of water. I gladly accepted it but before I even put it to my mouth, it was grabbed away from my hands by a certain Asian boy. "Hey! What the fuck?" I freaked, getting enough of this guy's shit. He drank one gulp before handing it back to me. I huffed. "Just what is your problem with me?!" I said desperately before walking away and catching up with the others. "It's okay." I heard Newt say to Minho.
"Damn guy's getting on my nerves." I whispered to myself.
We passed by a small ruin of some sort, and decided to take a rest.
I looked around me, and everything beyond us was an infinite stretch of nothingness. I sighed softly, plopping down on the sand. I'm so tired and so thirsty. Maybe I should've taken the water back from Minho.
"Hey shank." I looked up and saw Minho standing infront of me, a bottle in his hand. "Drink up." He said before tossing it in my lap. I didn't think twice and quickly gulped all the contents of the bottle, which wasn't really a lot. Minho sat down beside me, a sigh escaping his lips.
"I hope you'll remember me one day." He whispered. I looked at him, and his expression just made me want to hug him and tell him I will. But I won't.
"I'm sorry for forgetting you." I said, quickly realizing how it's stupid to apologize for something that isn't your fault. "No," He said. "I'm sorry for leaving you there. For not being able to find you."
"You know what?" He exclaimed. "As long as I see that you're alive and okay, you don't have to remember me. Just be careful and don't die, okay?" He chuckled before standing up to leave.
Somehow, I felt like he gave up. And I think that it's better than having him hope for something that isn't coming.
A commotion suddenly started around Winston when a gunshot sounded in the air. "He tried to shoot himself!" Frypan shouted, the gun in his hand.
I walked towards them, scared to see what they were doing with a gun.
"It's...growing inside me." He grimaced, pulling up his shirt. I gagged at the sight of rotting flesh. My breathing quickened as the thought of him rotting all over flooded my head. I turned my back from him and ended up bumping into someone. I looked up and saw Minho's dark eyes trained into mine. "Don't look, it's okay." He whispered.
"Please don't let me turn into one of them." Winston pleaded. Silence filled my ears and I so badly wanted to look back, but Minho's protective arms around me says otherwise.
"It's okay, buddy." I heard Newt say. "Thank you." Winston replied, his voice shaky and scared. I saw Newt walk past us, a solemn expression on his face. The others started to walk away too, and soon Minho let me go, motioning for us to leave.
And with one final glance at Winston, we left him with a heavy heart.
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damn how do i make them sweet again ????