There will be some flash backs for Diana. Next shout out goes to OneekaForever. Your stories are awesome too! Enjoy and welcome to the Scorch!

I was being dragged away by armed men. I screamed and kicked as I tried to fight my way out. Janson stood by the door, a grin on his face as he took out a gun and shot at me. I realized it was a taser gun and electricity shot through me, dimming my brain and slipping me in unconsciousness. "Stupid little prick," the man said as he lowered me onto a metal table and covered me with a sheet. They wheeled me down a hall and into an operating theatre. "Get her prepped and put into the Box for Maze A. She will get what she wished. Too bad she won't remember them," Janson sneered as they placed a mask on my face and the darkness claimed me.

I woke up to sunlight streaming on my face. I groaned and rubbed my head as I got up. Minho had his arm around my waist and I gently pried his arm away as I sat up. Thomas had already gotten up and was looking around. There were no more sounds of Cranks and a wave of relief washed through my body. "Hey, you awake already?" Minho groaned as he sat up. The others were beginning to wake up and soon we were climbing up the rubble and making our way our of the abandoned mall.

As we stood at what might had been a roof, we faced a landscape that rocked us to the core. All around us were damaged buildings, most of the structures collapsed around us. We climbed down and walked across what used to be a road. An overhead bridge had collapsed and cars were still scattered around, their windscreens smashed and as I peered inside one of them, I saw the remains of a person. "Diana," Minho said as he took my arm and lead me away from the car.

As we walked down, the ground beneath our feet began to rumble and the air above us made a whirring noise. "What was that?" I wondered just as Thomas yelled for us to take cover. We scrambled under a slab of concrete just as a large plane flew above us, flanked by two helicopters. They scanned the area before moving on. "They really won't give up on us, won't they?" Aris said and we just stared at the sky until our hunters disappeared from our sight.

We made our way to the edge of the city and up more sand dunes. As we reached the top and looked down at the scene before us, we saw a bridge that had been divided in half, it's suspension cables swaying in the wind. "What the hell," Thomas whispered as we stared in disbelief at the broken world around us. Beyond us were mountains. "There. We should be headed that way," Thomas said, pointing at the mountains. They said the Right Arm is hiding there," Thomas said. "The Right Arm? You're trusting our fate to a bunch of mountain people?" Newt said and Thomas shook his head, "They've been trying to stop WICKED for some time. Maybe they can help is," he said and as we started to walk, Winston gasped and fell onto the sand.

"Winston!" Frypan yelled and we rushed to him. He was coughing and wheezing, the cloth that we had tied around his wound black with blood. "Guys. Just go," he said and I shook my head. "Never leave a Glader behind," I said and as we looked around, I spotted some pieces of broken wood and metal. "Come on," I said and we made our way back to the city and salvaged whatever we could to make a makeshift stretcher for Winston. We lifted him onto it and Frypan and Minho started to drag him behind them. We took turns dragging him, making our way across the valley of sand. When we went down a slope, two people would carry him while another person carried his stretcher. As we continued our journey, the wind picked up and started to hurl sand in our faces. I wrapped the scarf around my face and tried to shield my eyes from the sand. "We have to find shelter!" Minho yelled and after walking for a long time in the storm, we found shelter under what was left of a overhead bridge.

As we rested, the storm finally died down and we just sat there in silence. Thomas got up and walked a little further away before Theresa got up to join him. "Diana, why did you call me James earlier?" Newt asked. As I scratched my neck, my nails scraped over something and I pulled my hair back. "What did they do to you?" Minho whispered as he ran his fingers down the scar. "I thought I must be going crazy," I muttered as I let my hair fall again.

"I remember," I said and Newt, Frypan and Minho looked at me. "You remember?" Minho repeated and I nodded. "Yeah," I said and tears started to spring from my eyes. "I have a brother. They took him away when I was young and sent him into the Maze. I thought I lost him forever but he was with me the whole time," I said, trying to stop the tears. "What was his name?" Newt asked and I looked at him, the truth finally dawning onto me. "James. But they changed it to something else. They called him Newt," I said and I started to sob. "You're my brother, Newt. All this time you've been with me but I couldn't remember who you were," I sobbed and Newt just gaped at me.

"I have a sister?" He whispered as he leaned back against the concrete. "Yeah. And I remember you too Minho. And Frypan. Even Aris," I said and they all turned to look at me. Aris had been silent this whole time and was watching Winston gasp and wheeze with Frypan. "You used to hang around us when we were kids. Then they took you away with Newt and sent you two to the Maze. I lost everything that day. Until now," I said and Minho drew me in as I sobbed into his shoulder. "Diana," he whispered as I sobbed. "What did they do to us?" I whispered just as a yell came from behind.

Winston had got up and lunge at Frypan, pinning him to the ground. His eyes were bloodshot and a animal like sound came from his throat. "Winston! What the hell?!" Newt yelled as he and Aris dragged him away from Frypan who scrambled away. Winston broke free from them and gasped, throwing up blood and coughing. "What happened?" Thomas shouted as he and Theresa approached us. "He attacked me!" Frypan said as we watched Winston heave and collapse on his back.

"It's spreading," he gasped and he lifted his shirt to reveal an awful sight. In the beginning there was just a hole in his stomach but now it had spread to his chest. I could make out his intestines and guts which had turned black and purple sticking out from rotten flesh. "It's consuming me," he wheezed as we stared in horror. "I'm not going to make it," Winston whispered as he lifted his shirt down. He raised a hand towards us, a look of plead on his face. "Please. I don't want to turn into one of them," he begged as he let his arm fall back down.

Newt looked at us and he picked up the gun from the sand and walked over to Winston. He pointed it at him for a moment and I thought he was going to shoot him. Instead, he knelt down and placed it into Winston's hand and placed it on his chest. Winston smiled and wheezed, "Thank you. Now get out of here." As we looked at our friend, who had been with us for so long only to die in front of us and Newt whispered, "Goodbye Winston." He got up and backed away. One by one we went over and said our goodbye and I squeezed his hand. "I'm so sorry," I whispered as I turned and walked away. Thomas was the last one to say goodbye and Winston smiled at him. "It's okay," he whispered and Thomas fought back tears. "I'm sorry Winston," he said and as he turned away Winston coughed. "Thomas, take care of them," he wheezed and we turned our backs and walked away from him.

We walked for a while before a gunshot sounded in the distance. We bowed our heads in silence for a while before making our way across the desert. We walked in silence, the sun scorching on us, burning our skin. Frypan snuffled and cried near me and Aris collapsed a few times due to exhaustion. Thomas walked in front, his gaze towards the mountains and Newt walking apart from us all, silent. We made camp that night and we sat around the fire, staring into the depth of the flames. "I thought they said we were all immune," Minho said with his arm around me. "If Winston can get infected, let's assume the rest of us could too," Newt said. "I don't know whether I should say this, but I miss the Glade," Frypan said, his face wet with tears. Among all of us, he was the closest to Winston. The Glade felt like heaven now compared to the scorch and we sat around the fire wondering what will happen to us tomorrow.

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