So this is the Crank club scene. This happens after Thomas and Brenda had entered and let's see what happens.

Jorge woke us up the next morning around maybe seven. The sun was coming up and I yawned, rubbing my eyes. Last night felt like a dream but the screams and cried of madmen still filled my head. We piled out of the truck and Jorge tossed a can at me. "Cheers," he said and I opened the can to find baked beans. After handing us all a can of food we sat down and began to eat. "Where did you get this stuff?" I said through a mouthful of beans. The taste felt so heavenly after a few days without proper food. "This place used to be a manufacturing city. Plenty of warehouses with stocked food. Maybe that's why many of us were dumped here. Guess they knew we won't die of starvation," he said as he threw a sausage into his mouth.

"What do you mean dumped here?" Aris asked and Jorge shrugged. "Once you're diagnosed with the Flare, they take you away and send you to quarantine cities. More like dumping grounds for people with the Flare. They leave you here to slowly go insane and start eating others," he said and I tried to swallow my food down. "So you got the Flare?" I asked and he just shook his head. "Dunno. Been here for years after the sun flares ravaged the earth. So far I'm still alive and sane," he said and he tossed his now empty can to the ground.

"Well, hurry up. We have an appointment with Marcus," he said and we quickly finished our breakfast and followed him down the road. There were small camps set around the city, fires burning in oil barrels and people were roasting what looked like rats over a fire. I saw a woman leading a young boy down the road I wondered how horrible it was for a while to be born into a world of suffering. "So who's Marcus?" Minho asked. "Supposedly he used to send kids to the Right Arm after they escaped from WICKED. But he went dark a while back, never heard from him since," Jorge said as we approached a building.

It had the letters zone A painted in red on one side and people with barely any clothing on walked around, drinks in their hands. Music boomed from inside the building as we approached. "Let's hope the man is still here," Jorge said and he pushed his way past a blonde man into the building. When we entered, the stench of sweat and alcohol filled my nose. I covered it as I shoved past swaying bodies, following behind Jorge who muttered swear words under his breath.

"How can people party at a time like this?" I whispered to Minho and he shook his head in disgust. "Most of these people here already got the Flare kid. What better way to spend the rest of your days than party the night away," Jorge said and he walked up to a man who was holding a drink and laughing. "Marcus!" Jorge shouted and the man turned, his face red form drinking. He laughed as he approached Jorge with open arms. "Hey Jorge. Long time no see! You here for the party?" He asked just as Jorge shoved him against the wall.

"Be serious Marcus. I need information on the Right Arm," Jorge snapped and Marcus giggled. "No can do, Jorge. I don't know a thing about them," he said and Jorge snatched the drink from his hand. "Drinking again, hermano?" He asked and he slammed the glass to the floor. "That was my drink," Marcus snarled and two men approached from behind him. "Teach our guests some manners," he said and the men approached us.

Without warning, Jorge took out his gun and fired two shots at them. They fell to the ground silently and Marcus's eyes widened with terror. He started to move away but Minho went after him and pinned him to the wall. People hardly seemed to notice the gunshots and Jorge shouted, "Hey people! Party's over!" When no one listened, he cocked his head towards a rifle that one of the men had been carrying and I grabbed it and fired a few shots. "Listen up, shanks! Party is over! Either you get out or you get obliterated!" I yelled and I shot the chandelier hanging at the ceiling.

People screamed as glass rained around them and they began to run out. Some just lay in the ground, too tired or drunk to move. "Get in here, Marcus!" Jorge shouted into Marcus's ear and he shoved him through a door. As we walked through, Theresa spun around and gasped, "Thomas." She ran towards a body on the ground and I saw it was Thomas, knocked out. "Come on, Thomas," she said and I helped her to carry him into the room. We placed him gently on the sofa and Theresa sat beside him, her hand on his head. Jorge sat Marcus into a chair and tied him up with rope.

After a while, Newt and Frypan came back in with Brenda in between them. Jorge ran towards her, his face full of concern. "What happened?" He asked and she shook her head. "Damn guy made us drink to get in. Couldn't find you guys," she mumbled and Jorge lead her to a chair and sat her down. "She will be fine soon," Jorge said as he gently stroked her head. "You two related or something?" I asked. "Found her living in the streets on her own. WICKED had just taken her from her brother and dumped her here. Tough kid she was ever since I met her. She saved me more times than I can remember," he said, a look of sadness and pity in his eyes.

He grunted and walked over to Marcus and leaned in. "So tell me, Marcus! Where is the Right Arm?" Jorge asked and Marcus spat. "I will never tell you,"he said and he earned a punch from Jorge in the face. "Come on, hermano. Spill it!" He yelled but Marcus seemed resilient to him. We watched as Jorge interrogated Marcus and after about an hour Thomas came to and Minho went over to him and grinned, "Hey shank. How's it going?"

Thomas groaned as he sat up and looked up just in time for Jorge to land another punch into Marcus's face. His left eye had already swollen shut and blood dribbled from his nose into his clothes. "I told you, I don't know," Marcus said and Jorge snorted. "Come on. What happened to you?" Jorge snapped and Marcus just laughed. "Fine. WICKED wants kids very badly. I don't know why but they pay a lot to get them back. So I lure them in, get them pumped up. Kids have a good time and later WICKED comes and collects them. I stopped making contact with the Right Arm years ago," Marcus grinned through his mask of blood.

"That's what you taught me years ago, Jorge. You've got to do what you need to do to survive," he said and I looked at him with suspicion. "What is he talking about?" I asked and Jorge just turned his attention back to Marcus. "So you did have contact with them. Tell me where they are and I might go easy on you," Jorge said and Marcus just laughed. "Told you I don't know. These people, they like to move around. They're practically ghosts," he said and Jorge moved back.

"Alright, hermano. Have it your way," he said and with a yell he kicked Marcus to the ground. Marcus gave a yell as he fell in his back and Jorge got on top of him and pointed his gun at his face. "I'm only going to ask you one more time. Where are they hiding?" He snapped and Marcus shouted, "Okay. I know where they're hiding." Jorge yanked him back upright and he groaned as he was sat back down. "They're hiding in the mountains. But too bad. There's no way for you to get to them," Marcus said and Jorge grinned like a Cheshire Cat. "Not on foot we will," he said and he slammed his hands into Marcus's shoulders, who grimaced. "Where's Bertha?" Jorge asked and Marcus's one good eye widened. "Oh no. Not Bertha," he pleaded and Jorge just grinned. "Come on, boys and girls. We're going for a ride," he said, rubbing his hands together like a person who had received an early Christmas gift.

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