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The next morning everyone rose before sunrise, wanting to get a head start before the sun comes up, that calescent heat coming with it. Lynn and the rest of her peers, which were Sonya, Harriet, and Lily, lingered towards the back, tiredly trudging along. Yes, they all slept well last night, but waking up early was not their forte.
Everyone had wrapped scarves or ripped of pieces of clothing around their face, due to the dust that was constantly being blown up in their faces by the wind. Multiple girls have been complaining about their mouths being dry and their throats sore. Sonya had mentioned that they only have one fourth of the water supply that they began with, and food was scarce, only two or three apples remaining. Lynn could feel her throat becoming irritated and sore, the sweltering heat not helping her cause at all.
By mid-day, most of the girls were complaining to Teresa about their feet aching, their throats hurting, how tired they were. Harriet had said to Lynn that most of them were doing that because they wanted to get under Teresa's skin, make her hand over her 'leader' title back to Sonya, Lynn, and Harriet. But the black-haired girl was not obliging to the complaining girls' wishes.
It was only a mere five minutes after the whining started that they had discovered a deserted town. Charlotte had pointed it out with a simple 'hey look!' pointing in the direction of the burnt down city. Lynn thanked the lord that everyone had stopped their pleading at the sight of the town.
Ten minutes later, the group of girls' were walking the abandoned streets of the town. The buildings had been destroyed, most of them had crumbled into pieces, others had been burnt down to the ground. Lynn was dragging her feet along the dirt road as she looked upon the structures around her, taking in what the world she used to live in had become.
The previous leaders were now walking at the head of the pack, alongside Teresa. Something quickly caught Lynn's eye, making her squint her eyelids together so she could see what she was staring at. In huge, reddish brown letters plastered to a small brick building, read; The Local Market.
"Guys!" Lynn anxiously tugged on the sleeve of Sonya's jacket, pointing a finger at the letters. "Look!" With a synchronized turn of everyone's heads, they saw what all the fuss is about. "There has to be some food and water in that stick place."
They had all jogged over to the building, opening the unlocked door and piling into the small building. But the small smiles that had appeared on their faces had vanished. The shelves were bare, wait no, there were no shelves. The place had been cleared out, all hopes of finding something the quench their thirst and feed their stomachs were gone.
"What-" Lynn cut herself off, still breathing heavily out of her mouth. "I thought-"
Sonya had placed a hand on the girl's shoulder, using her thumb to rub circles on her shoulder blade. "C'mon Lynn, we can find food elsewh-"
Before Sonya could even finish her sentence, the ground began to rumble and quake, causing all the other girls to emit shrieks of panic and terror from their mouths.
"What the hell is going on?!" Teresa shouted, flinging her arms out to prevent anyone from moving further into the room.
"I don't know!" Lynn shouted, her voice carrying over the constant noise of the floor boards quaking.
Then, as fast as a lightening bolt touches the earth, the floor gave out from under their feet, descending into a hidden world underneath. Taking Lynn and Sonya with it.
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Lynn and Sonya were submerged into a world of darkness.
The wooden flooring was weighing down on their chests, squeezing the air out of them as dust and sand made its way into their lungs as they inhaled. Lynn's head felt light and airy, something warm trickling down her forehead and making its way towards her chin. She raised her pointer finger to her head, pressing it gently against the flesh. Pulling the finger away, Lynn was able to get a glimpse of what is was with the poor lighting that filled the room. Blood. She must've hit her head on something as her and Sonya fell through the floorboards.
Speaking of Sonya, Lynn's heart began to beat faster as panic filled her body. Where was Sonya?
"Sonya?!" The blonde was getting frantic, she did her best to try to wiggle out from under the heavy, wooden planks that lay on top of her small, weightless body. "Sonya!" This time the call was more urgent, Lynn needed to know if Sonya was alive or...well...dead.
Finally managing to push the wood off of herself, Lynn drew in a deep breath, only to start coughing and hacking in exchange for air. The younger girl got a chance to take in her surroundings before she collapsed to the ground from the dizzy feeling going on inside her head. She was in some sort of underground railway system, or at least, that's what it looked like.
A shrill whimper escaped the back of Lynn's throat as she sat on her knees, holding her head in her hands. Her head was buzzing, every time her amber eyes flew open the world began to spin.
She felt two hands grasp her wrists, prying her hands away from her bleeding head. Lynn opened her eyes to see the faint outline of Sonya's figure in the shadows. The taller blonde took one of her hands off of Lynn's wrist and turned into her elbow, coughing madly into it.
"Lynn, you're head is bleeding." Sonya stated as she turned back towards Lynn.
Lynn scoffed, "Ya don't think I know that, my head feels like a spinning top."
"Oh shut up stick," Sonya stood up from her kneeling position, extending a hand out to her second command. "C'mon, we gotta find a way out of this stick place."
Lynn slowly moved her hand up to latch onto Sonya's, letting her pull Lynn up.
Once Lynn was on her feet, she immediately began to lean most of her weight on her friend, the pounding feeling in her head overtaking her body.
"You gonna be alright?" Sonya hooked an arm around her friend's waist, holding her up as they began to make their way down the abandoned railroad. The previous leader let her fingers brush Lynn's hair away from her blood coated forehead.
"Yeah, just..." Lynn drifted off, the buzzing in her head overwhelming the sense to be able to talk. Gritting her teeth, Lynn spoke in a painful manner, "Please get. Me. Out. Of. Here."
"Will do."
The two girls slowly, but surely, made their way off deeper and deeper into the train shaft. Unaware that Lynn's hoodie was laying in plain sight on top of the rubble, where anyone could see it. Including the people of the Underneath.
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Lynn and Sonya traveled deeper into the underground transportation tunnel, stumbling along the way. Lynn occasionally tripped over the old metal rail road tracks, ramming the toe of her boots into the metal railings. Sonya had placed Lynn's arm over her shoulders, supporting all or most of Lynn's weight throughout the journey to the end of this death trap.
The younger blonde's head was feeling lighter by the minute, blood had continued to pour out of the wound on her head for the past two hours, making the pain more worse by the minute. The dark red substance caked her forehead and had spread to the shoulder of Sonya's jacket, since Lynn rested her head there every so often.
"Okay, we need to rest." Sonya stopped walking and unwrapped Lynn's arm from her shoulders. Sonya gently guided Lynn to the ground, letting her rest her back against the unsturdy dirt walls that surrounded them,
A low groan passed by Lynn's lips as she drew her knees into her chest, gripping her head in her hands and pressing her forehead to her kneecaps. Sonya took hold of Lynn's hands and brought them away from her head, "Don't do that Lynn, you could get an infection from all the dirt that's on your hands."
Lynn threw her head back to the wall, sending her friend a tired looking smirk. "You've been spendin' too much time with Lily."
The leader gave her friend a quiet chuckle, "Guess I have." Sonya shrugged the straps of her pack off, reaching inside and pulling out her half empty water pack. She tore a piece of her shirt off and dropped it inside the water pack, taking it out seconds after. "Here." Sonya handed the dampened cloth to Lynn, "Hold this to your forehead and keep it there, you look like a stick psychopath with all that blood on your face."
Taking the cloth, Lynn held it to her head, whimpering at the cold tingling sensation in the wound above her hairline. "Gee, thanks Sonya."
The older girl took a seat next to her friend, patting the girls leg and letting her hand rest on Lynn's knee.
"Tell me about your boyfriend."
Lynn's head snapped to Sonya's direction, gazing at her with wide eyes. "You want me to talk about my love life?"
"Yes," Sonya nodded, "I need to know what he's like, in case I ever meet him."
Lynn huffed, "Well, he's sorta hard to explain."
"Oh come on! We got nothing better to do."
"Fine." Lynn readjusted the position of the cloth on her head, wiping the blood off her face. "First things first, he's hot."
Sonya let out a short laugh, "That all?"
"No," The younger girl smiled, "Minho is...something. He is sassy, sarcastic, but at the same time kind and sweet. Well, that's only with me and not anyone else. He and my brother Newt are good friends, which made my life a little bit easier. He made subtle movements when it came to expressing his love to me. He actually gave me a white rose that he had found in the Maze, and then he kept my old Mapper's pack and returned it to me, with everything inside, even Isabella's cookies. You'll know him when ya see him, trust me. He's about twice the size of me, to be honest."
"Everyone's taller than you Lynn."
"Shhhh! Not everyone needs to know!"
"No one is even in here Lynn."
A deep, growl echoed off of the unstable walls of the shaft, signaling that someone was indeed with them, lurking in the shadows. The sounds of feet dragging along the dirt path, inching closer to the pair of blonde's.
"We gotta go." Sonya said in a raspy whisper, quickly rising to her feet. She bent down and grabbed Lynn's forearms and pulled her up into a standing position, interlacing their fingers as the ran away from the creature coming down the railway.
"What do you think it is?" Lynn questioned, tripping over her feet as they ran faster than Lynn could go.
"Might be a Crank, but who knows what it could be."
Lynn could feel her vision going, the lightness of her head returning. New blood started to run down the side of Lynn's face, leaving a red trail from her hairline to the bottom of her cheek.
"Sonya," Lynn tightened her grip on her friend's hand, her other hand swinging over and letting her nails dig into Sonya's skin. The pain was slowly taking over her body, making her knees buckle and her strength weaken.
Letting go of Sonya's arm, Lynn crumpled to the ground, clamping her hands together over her head to try and make the unbearable pain go away.
"Lynn!" Rushing over and falling to her knees on the ground. "Lynn, please, we have to go."
The younger blonde went into a fetal position, her brain pounding as she hid her face in her dirt-covered hands.
The footsteps finally stopped. But heavy breathing replaced them. Sounding only inches away. There was nothing Sonya could do to get to Lynn on her feet again. She was in too much pain to be able to stand.
Lifting her head, Sonya saw what had been following them. A tall man stood over them, half of his face had been torn or burned, Sonya really couldn't tell due to the light. He had long matted hair, blood dripping out of his mouth and pouring onto the rags that we wore for clothes. The man's eyes were a crazed, bloodshot yellow, glowing in the dark of the underground railroad. He was definitely a Crank.
When he spoke, his lungs wheezed. Making his voice sound like the crackle of a fire, which made the words he was saying sound creepier than they were.
"Jessie Mccoy lost her toy, at old Aunt Mary's well. In search of the the toy, she made a ploy, that she was going out to play. Oh but Jessie Mccoy, who lost her toy, was skipping by the well. When the toy she had lost, made it's sudden appearance at the brim of the well. She skipped and hopped till she reached the top of the cobblestone circle. But when Jessie Mccoy reached the toy, the well was too high. Too high, too high, for Ms. Jessie, so she jumped and slipped. And down, and down, she fell. Down and down into. The. Well."
Hello everybody!
How have y'all been? This chapter was quite eventful if I so say. By the way, the poem that the Crank used at the end, is one that I wrote myself. I really didn't want to use the whole 'Rose took my nose, I suppose' thing because I wanted to be a little different. Originally I was going to find a way to use the Jabberwocky poem from Alice in Wonderland, but I just couldn't figure out how to make it work.
Thank you to everyone who has followed, favorited, or reviewed!
Chris marshee: Thank you for your complement! Charlotte is still with Group B, don't worry! She's just a minor character.
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I realized I never really did face claims for this story. So as I decided now would be the best time to do them. I won't be doing Group A, because they are all basically the actors in the movie, so I will be doing the main characters of Group B. Also, I always pictured Lynn looking like myself, but with longer hair and hazel eyes instead of blue. So head over to my instagram, restore_my_faith. But I was able to find an actress that would suit her.
Lynn: Willow Shields or myself
Lily: Katherine Mcnamara
Sonya: Rachel McAdams (imagine the way she looked when filming 'Mean Girls')
Harriet: Nathalie Emmanuel
Yes, I know two of them are from the Scorch Trials movie, but it's just how my brain imagines things. If you want to know what some of the minor characters look like, please let me know.
Until next update!