Chapter Forty Seven:
The rain began to stop but the darkness didn't fade as lights from the distance drew closer so did the next round of lightning strike.
Something in the air was making its way towards us like a giant bird in the darkness. It would appear this could be WICKED. And at this moment, going with them sounded better then being in the storm fighting monsters. But the unthinkable occurred.
A massive lightning strike, pelted the massive aircraft which such force, ferociousity and power that the aircraft engines explodes, causing the aircraft to trigger a chain reaction.
With a horrible boom, rippling across the dark sky, the craft blew up into millions of medium size bits all falling down a trench a few miles wide. Everyone caught sight of the chaos this storm was bringing. That could be us next. With what seems our only way out gone, it was do or die. Fight or flee. That was easier said then done.
More light bulbs monsters still in strong group of numbers march onwards to us. We couldn't possibly take all of them as things stood. But just as they began to make a attack the sound of rumbling and honking got loud and fast. A large flatbed truck with a canopy drove closer and closer blaring it's horn. Then it stops, a head peers our the window.
"Let's go, move move move." Cried out Jorge as he slammed on the brakes, everyone in a quick sprint dashed for the back of the open truck each skidding or slamming into the back, but everyone made it as the creatures shot out daggers. Before anyone or the vehicle got damage, Jorge began to peel off.
"Great timing!" I shout as the girls lower the canopy as it blocked out the rain and wind.. It was safe to breathe a sigh of relief. People were worse for wear in some cases and Brenda looked like she was dying yet stood strong somehow.
We did it, we escape WICKED and their monsters. Prehaps capture. It felt great knowing we screwed over their plans once more. It also thanks to that stray lightning bolt, that blew up their aircraft.
Now I lay back soaked but relived, I let myself drown out the rest of the world. Thomas was safe, although not himself which I don't blame him. When he's ready to open up and talk I'll be there to listen. He doesn't know what to believe in, Teresa betrayed his trust. There no healing from that so easily. But we all were fine for now, as Jorge drove on a rather long road that lead back up the mountain side. Hopefully we run into the Right Arm and get the hell away from this nightmare.
Wishful thinking but it paid to be optimistic for once. No more worrying about starving or anything that was so scarce out here. We are one huge family looking out for each other, anything that stands against us is likely to regret that option. For now we each lick our wounds as they say and try not to get sick from being in damp and soaked cool clothing.
I didn't count the time sent riding in the military grade truck, nor did I speak to anyone. What was there to say. The Scorch Trials was nothing more than a wild goose chase. How long will it take me to cope the lost of my friends, would my skin heal from being in the sun for so long? I didn't have the answers or the strength to fight at this point. I want to relax and forget about everything. I have the urge to just quit now.
It's been non stop fighting for our lives since we manage to escape the Maze. Now all the girls from B where dead or left behind it was just The Gladers and Group C, how have we been so lucky?
I feel asleep half way during the drive, that my body jerk awake at the slightest is an abrupt stop somewhere between the four hour mark of the drive. Everyone was mostly dry, but our clothes still lingering with the dampness from the storm.
Jorge gets out of the truck as we all followed half dry half wet, as it was quarter of a mile walk towards what seem the end of the road.
The mountains walls rose up side to side on this flat stretch of road, which had a metal beam stoping cars from fall off. It was the midst of the mountain now.