Teresa still felt Chuck's hand placed in hers. She could see him too,but where was Newt and Alby? Did the explosion sway them apart? She felt Chuck pull her hand a bit. She looked at him.

"How are we gonna land this thing?" Chuck asked.

Teresa looked down. They were almost to the ground. Twenty feet is what she estimated.

"Guess we'll figure out. Alby should be down there; he jumped out before us," Teresa told him. She wasn't sure about herself anymore.

"Maybe Trixie and Matthew, too," Chuck said.

"Yeah but she-" Teresa started. "How do you know the other boy's name?"

"I heard Trixie call him Matthew so..."Chuck trailed off.

Their feet hit the ground and a jolt of pain went up Teresa's legs. She heard herself wince and Chuck whimper a bit. The parachute fell upon them making everything white. Their bags were still clamped in their hands. Teresa let go of her duffel bag and started pushing the parachute off. She didn't realize how sore her arms were until now. She grunted with effort and finally pushed off the white sheet.

Teresa looked around. She was surprised with her surroundings. It was sorta green and had trees. The air was fresh and a small stream flowed by. Why wasn't this place like a desert, too?

You were in Central America,Teresa! Can't you realize that? You were told that only some places were like the Scorch. You have a brain for a reason,Teresa lectured herself.

Chuck grasped onto her arm and pulled her up, back into reality.

"We gotta find Newt and Alby," Teresa told him.

"And Trixie and Matthew," Chuck finished.

Teresa only nodded. She wanted to worry about Chuck, Alby, and Newt right now, not some WICKED employees. All of a sudden, she heard a shot of something and a stinging in her ear. She raised her hand to her ear and felt gooey liquid. Teresa felt it trickle down her ear and neck.

It was blood.

Teresa looked back to see a boy holding a bow and arrow at them. He wore a brown shawl that had patches and stitches. The boy's eyes showed nothing but anger. The arrow was pointed at Teresa. From the looks of it, he was aiming at her chest. Gruesome, yet smart.

Teresa heard Chuck gasp, "Ben!"

xXxXx

Alby grabbed onto the trunk of the tree and climbed up it. Maybe he'd see his friends from the top. It was the only thing he could think of at the moment. He reached the top and pushed the leaves aside, getting whacked back in the face a couple times. When he reached the top, all he saw was green, but then... buildings in the distance. Alby squinted his eyes to see better, but it didn't help.

"Watch out!" came a voice.

Alby was pummeled in the back by someone and pushed the ground. Alby fell on his stomach, the wind knocked out of him.

"What... are... you?! An... overgrown bird?" Alby panted out.

"No more like two people with two parachutes," said a voice sarcastically.

"Oh no," Alby whispered.

He sat up and looked back to see Trixie and another boy caught in the tree. The strings held fast and didn't look like they'd give up. Alby noticed the boy was unconscious.

"He's afraid of heights," Trixie said.

"That explains a lot," Alby said.

He stood up and looked around. He saw some rocks glinting in the sunlight. He ran over to the them and started digging around.

"Umm, hello! Some help over here!" Trixie's voice came.

"Hold on a shuck minute!" Alby snapped.

He found a rock that was somewhat sharp, stood up, and ran back over. He put the rock in his mouth, gagging at the taste. It tasted like rotten flesh, if he had to guess what it actually tasted like. He climbed up the trunk and reached the branch where the two teens hung. He climbed out on the branch and grabbed the first string. He took the rock out of his mouth and starting sawing at the string. Nothing happened, it didn't even look damaged.

"Dammit," Alby cursed.

"Need help?" a female voice came.

A thwack was heard near the side of the branch. Alby looked at the side and saw a knife. He looked around to see who threw it, but they were really good at hiding.

"Uh... Thanks," Alby said, half embarrassed about talking to no one.

He grabbed the knife and started cutting. The string split apart and Alby worked on the others. Soon he freed both the teens. They sat on the forest floor, silent.

"So, where's the others?" Matthew asked.

The boy had finally woke up, and Trixie introduced her little brother.

"Don't got a shuck clue. Think that explosion blew us apart," Alby said, shaking his head a bit. "What happened back there? Ya know, to the pilot?" Alby asked Trixie.

He was confused as hell right now. How could someone just die while flying a Berg?

"Well, Jack and I were laughing and talking to Liana when we heard other Bergs. We looked out the window to see them. They started shooting at us, which was hard for Liana to keep steady. One of the bullets hit her in the chest. It was terrible to watch, but we all got out. Hopefully..." Trixie said.

Alby's eyes flared with anger. "Hopefully? What in the name of shuck is that supposed to me? Are you saying maybe the others didn't make it?!" Alby flared.

Trixie only shook her head. "I don't know. I saw Teresa and Chuck jump out and Newt getting ready to. But I don't know," the girl said shakily.

Alby held the knife in his hand. Who did it belong to?

"Hey, can I have my knife back?" a voice came behind Alby.

Alby turned around to see a girl with blonde hair and crystal blue eyes.

"Who the klunk are you?" Alby asked.

Trixie and Matthew had stood up, too.

"My name's Rachel. And I'd like my knife back, please."

xXxXx

Newt heard a gasp and someone say, "Ben!"

Chuck? Newt thought.

He ran forward with the limp in his leg and stood in a small clearing. And for a moment, Newt didn't recognize the boy who aimed the arrow at his friends.

"Ben? What the bloody hell?" Newt asked.

Ben turned around, keeping the arrow aimed at Teresa. "Great, we're all gonna have a shuck reunion, aren't we?" Ben asked. He sounded a bit scared.

"Ben, we aren't going to hurt you," Teresa said.

"Sure! If you're friends with both of these shuck Gladers, then there's no way in this world I am going to trust you," Ben hissed.

Newt was taken aback. Ben was usually calm and responding, not wanting to fulfill death.

"You left me in that Maze for dead!" Ben hollered.

Newt's heart sank. He never liked sending people into the maze. How'd people think he got his limp?

"Ben... We only did that for self defense," Newt explained.

"More like to help a Greenie!" Ben shouted at him.

His focus was off of Teresa and Chuck. Newt saw Teresa take the chance. She lunged at Ben and his bow was knocked out of his hands. Newt scrambled away to grab the bow, an arrow had flung away, too, but Chuck was already after that. Ben pushed the dark haired girl off, flinging her across the clearing.

"You're bloody crazy, Ben! Snap out of it!" Newt said to him. Newt dropped the bow and lunged at Ben.

"You think you can take me? Don't make me laugh! You can't take anyone with that leg," Ben scoffed.

Ben kicked Newt's knee cap which made Newt holler with pain. Ben rolled away from Newt and grabbed his bow. Chuck held the arrows Ben had dropped. Ben looked at Chuck furiously.

"Give me the arrows, Chuck. I promise I won't hurt you," Ben grinned. "Much."

Chuck shook his head which made Ben growl like an animal.

"What the shuck is going on over here?!" came an angered voice.

Ben looked back, his eyes cleared from the craziness.

"Umm, hey... Rachel," Ben stammered.

The wavy, blonde haired girl walked up to Ben and grabbed his shirt.

"Don't let the Flare get into your mind, Ben! You're going crazy and you know it!" the girl – Rachael – told him.

Ben nodded and Rachael let go of his shirt. Teresa walked over to Newt, and she helped him up. Newt grabbed on his knee cap.

"You okay?" Teresa asked him. "Yeah... just a kick to the knee," Newt responded.

"Hey, there you guys are," came another voice. Teresa's eyes looked up and brightened.

"Where've you been, Alby?" Teresa asked. She frowned. "And Trixie," Teresa groaned.

Newt never really understood girls.

xXxXx

Rachael stared at the teenagers. "Okay, as I told you. I was from Group B. And you guys were from Group A like Benny here?" Rachael asked.

They all nodded except for the girl who was helping the one who Ben kicked in the leg. His name was Newt. At least, that's what Rachael had grasped onto.

"We were just dumped here," the boy – Alby – snarled.

"Well, we more crashed here than anything," the girl – Trixie – corrected.

"Then where's the plane?" Ben spoke up.

"Exploded," Trixie acknowledged.

"As I said, we were dumped here," Alby said.

"Makes sense... WICKED right?" Rachael asked them.

Alby and Trixie nodded.

"Come on, let's go. The place we live ain't far away. It's an abandoned village, in case you were going to ask," Rachael said.

She saw Newt and Teresa – she thought – get up, with the boy being helped by the girl. He looked like he was annoyed, but grateful at the same time. Ben stood up beside her and the two teens walked ahead of the group, leading them toward the village.

"You think it'll work?" Ben whispered to her.

"It has to," Rachael replied.

It just had to.