Chapter Twenty Seven:

We said our goodbyes to the factory when we turn off the lights and collectively pushed the wagon out into a open area, which wqs void of junk. On

ce clear Jacob took his seat at the helm. We removed the bike seat so he could seat the edge of the wagon. Thus Jacob was able to peddle unhindered. Curie took the right end of the seat I had middle Soc took left. Jane took the right, Leon in the middle and Nyx the left. For two minutes, Jacob rode the wagon forward which worked like expected.

Then Leon and I caught the motion joining in. We were able peddle freely like intended. Soon enough the two of us got into sync and rode off. The wagon was really working. Across the sand we went at serval miles per hour. It was bumpy and rickety but she held and kept going.

It took some getting use to, but eventually we we're making good time. Boy did it feel good to sit then have to walk even if I was peddling along. The road was sandy so there nowas a lot traction which makes a difference in travel. So instead of getting to the city before late at night it would be early morning. We opted to make trades on who would be the main driver but Jacob had something to prove. In hindsight he didn't have to. Tomorrow Nyx would take charge.

I had stop counting the hours on the road but it was obvious it was getting very late and it was time to sleep. To avoid prolonged weight on the wagon we decided to pull over for the night and hop out.I didn't mind neither did anyone else, but since we had the equipment for sleeping we might as well use it.

I took a sleeping bag, Jane and Curie took the tent. Soc took a bag for himself, Leon choices the firm sand, while everyone got a bag. I offered to trade but he decided this was acceptable. It was cold for once, as the weatherchange due to heavy winds.

"You think she'll hold," Jacob asked shivering from the cold.

"I hope so," Soc said loud as the wind kicked up drowning out his voice.

"Just go to sleep, it doesn't make sense to stress over it."

When morning came, I was the second up to find a broken wagon in huge pieces. The tent and sleeping bags survived, but not our beautiful monster. Everyone was in shock until, Soc started to panic about the supplies. Everyone pilled in pulling apart the wagon tossing away wood and bike parts. Underneath the curtain and net was our stuff present and accounted for. Soon the sun will be up and our ride is gone. Traveling just got hard again.

Soc began to place the food and water to the side for our breakfast, as the rest wrap up the sleeping bag and tent, the suitcase full of money and tools we brought from the factory into the mesh netting. Then it was to be tied up and covered by the curtain to keep people from seeing inside.

"Alright let's gets some food and water in our systems and head for the city. I know we've lost our advantage but in truth that thing would of painted a target on our backs." I said before taking my sip.

"We worked hard, but it isn't the time to quit, we reach that city, get in and out, then it's off to Jorge's. Time isn't on our side so I'm asking you give 110%." Nyx said rather dapper from losing our ride.

"I guess in our own way of not wanting to be beat by Tesla, any idea sounded good enough. Making a mode of transportation out of scrap, we didn't factor in all the odds. I apologise for believing wholeheartedly in something impossible." In a timid somber voice spoke Soc.

"Shut it!" Snaps Jacob. "We came together after being back stabbed and left for dead. So what it didn't survive. That isn't the issue. Let that pile of junk stand to testament of our resolve. No matter what the Scorch throws our way, we'll stand strong facing it head on. So stop feeling sorry. We ain't dead yet!"

"He's right. We've been through alot so far and the problems aren't stopping anytime soon. We pick ourselves up and carry on." Curie shouts with a fire lit in her eyes. It was inspiring to see her not lose her will. Because of her and Jacob, we're going to muster through this no matter what! This is our time to seize our future, we're not going to let this wasteland keep us down. I'm ready to give it my all, just not for myself but for them as well. Hold on just a bit longer Thomas, I'll be there as soon as I can.

Leon, Nyx and I drag the supplies along the sand, it was like having a boulder being attach to the leg. But no matter we walked for some time taking breaks here and there, wondering when the sun would rise. I don't understand why we even bother to try, time has been wasted working on the junk heap. Time we can't get back. Nearly a week has pass, and I suppose eventually walking in a hostile terrain is just a joke. They could recover our bodies once we die from exhaustion. Why waste a Cure of a few kids. It didn't make sense, there was more to this than Janson let on.

Unfortunately the will to live is amazing, it would take nothing more then complete erasure to stop us. Where there is a will a way is possible. The chance of having a normal life is what all of us want, that's why they are pushing onwards to strife in stride. Me, I need to rescue the people dearest to me, both with me now, and the other far ahead in the Scorch.

Sadly water supplies are getting desperate again, with us having to lug about the supplies. The wagon is missed. Hearts beating faster and faster, the heat's picking up, the humidity doing torture to our hair. Sweat dripping down the nape of my neck, I feel so dirty.

Just a little away from the city, just on the verge, something is soon to follow such humidity. The sand blowing across in all directions, Curie latch on the compass. She lead in front of Nxy, following true north. Soc is dedicated to memorizing the map, Jacob is keeping the rear. Out of the blue someone break the long silence of the walk.

"Anyone else noticing that fog?" Leon point up to one the tallest building who upper half was covered in thick concealing fog. The weather was still nasty from last night. A cloud system was rolling in."

"Ain't this supposed to be the middle of the desert?" Jacob asked.

"I guess it can rain here too." Soc said getting ready to run.

"Then we can't waste time, we don't want to get soaked, come on the city isn't that far. We'll find somewhere to shack up untill it passes." Nyx said as everyone took hold of the net full of supplies

"What if a horde of Cranks are there?" I said.

"Seriously? We fight them, that's what!" Jacob yells upset I'd ask a question like that.

"You're right, I'm just tired still let's get going."

We we're off tearing down the sand wastes as the city was just to close for comfort. Everyone was excited for getting in the city, but I knew it was occupied, I've seen the burning lights coming from within at night. These were signs of life. How are they going to react to a bunch of kids running through with our stuff. But it mattered not as winds pick up more the sound of buildings swaying so loosely. It sent shivers up my spine.

I took the map for a moment and did so observing it. The city isn't big as it was scaled out to be, it was mostly empty space but it wasn't the absolute wastes. It was hollow out by the resulting effects of Solar Flares. Then I I notice that pass this would be the the flats that lead to Jorge place. It was at best a day away.

Inside the city were people who watches us with a hateful intent but also seemed to be fearing the impeding storm.

"It's the big one, you best be on your way." A woman with her face nearly rotting away said running from the piercing sounds of the winds in the distance.

That was indication to get into gear, the wind pushing us further then we had hope, it was at least ninety miles per hour. I don't even know how, but we got swept up from off our feet. Every last one of us screams for dear life as our feet are high off the ground getting directly push through the city. It all went so fast the buildings, the debris.

If we don't mange to pull a miracle this sandstorm is either leave some of us with a broken limb or died. Viability Is at a all time low, if not each person gripping to the net, the storm surely would had sperated us.

The winds has to begun dying down, with us dropping back to the ground. Out of nowhere the seven of us blew in a single spot yet haven't reach the ground. I cock my head, as Jacob has his arm wrap around a concrete beam that leads to multiple level parking lot.

"I'm going to toss the net inside along with the rest of you, some one has to catch the beam across from me so I can land inside to."

Without hesitation he toss inward the net, which slung us inside, each of us, struggling to grab the beam. I didn't make it, but in a stroke of luck, Soc and Jane did, who reeled in Jacob. Everyone hovering over the bags of trash below, this was the second floor. The floor being a understatement because under our bodies was broken drive way, the winds keeping us afloat.

Just then the seven of us quickly plummit downward to lower level, the trash piles braking our fall, the impact knocking the wind out of are lungs. Suddenly there is momentary lapse of time.

A/N: I'm actually done with the story. All I need to do is edit and i should have it all out by mid February. Here's hoping, and I've chosen not to jump straight into Death Cure. I'm going to write a standalone story during the time of the end of Scorch Trials and the six months between the start of Death Cure.