The next morning, Piper opened her eyes, squinting at the bright sun that was above her. She couldn't remember when she fell asleep, but she didn't get much of it. There was a rustling noise not too far from her. Thomas, with his arms folded over his chest, slowly opened his eyes and looked up at a crow messing with one of the backpacks.

"Hey, hey! Get out of here!" he shouted, shooing the cawing crow away.

The rest began to wake up, sitting up and stretching their arms out. Thomas was the first to stand up, looking at his surroundings.

"Are they gone?" Newt asked.

"Yeah, I think we're safe for now," Thomas replied. "We should get moving. Let's pack it up." Thomas was gathering his backpack, followed by some of us.

Piper took her backpack and whacked Maeve with it, who let out a grunt. "Watch it, Piper," she warned her.

"Then get up," Piper retorted, standing up.

Winston was about to get up, but a loud groan escaped him, wincing in pain.

"Hey, man. You okay?" Frypan asked, lending him a hand.

Winston, breathing heavily, let Frypan help him up. He looked down at his injury that he wrapped up last night, but it was still looking bad.

Once everyone was up and ready to go, they all began to follow Thomas. He was heading up a pile of rocks, still looking around at where they were at. After we hiking over the rocks, in front of them was nothing but abandoned buildings and scraps all over the place. They were now in the Scorch.

They all headed further down into the Scorch, walking along the clear path. There was nothing but torn down buildings with broken down cars and bits and pieces of other useless trash out on the ground.

"What the hell happened to this place?" Frypan questioned.

"I don't know," Newt stated. "It doesn't look like anyone's been here in a long time."

"I hope the whole world's not like this," Aris confessed.

The group did a bit more walking when something caught Thomas' attention. "Whoa, everyone, stop." They all obliged as he had a focused expression on his face. "Do you hear that?" They all tried their best to concentrate on what Thomas was hearing, but none of them could hear it.

Then, even though it was a faint sound, Piper slowly started to hear a whirring noise from the sky, and she widened her eyes. "I hear it!"

"Get down! Everybody, hide!" Thomas shouted.

The group ended up hiding under a piece of cement, cramping up together. Looking up at the sky there were two helicopters and an aircraft flying over them, sand blowing all over the place.

"They're never gonna stop looking for us, are they?" Minho asked once they were gone.

"They never stopped looking for us when we escaped," Maeve said.

"You want to tell us about that now?" Piper asked her.

"First of all, who are you two?" Newt inquired.

"I'm Maeve and this is Lillie," Maeve answered, pointing at herself, then at Lillie. "We were in the Maze with Piper and Aris."

"The Maze full of girls?" Frypan inquired.

"Yes," Lillie responded this time. "We were split up from them and some of the others when we escaped the Maze. Some army called the Right Arm came and attacked the facility we were in, along with another one not too far from us. Mae and I got split up from them and our friends, so we took shelter inside the building we were just in for a while, then we found you guys."

"So the Right Arm is real," Thomas stated.

"Where are the rest of our friends?" Piper asked.

"We don't know," Maeve responded, shrugging her shoulders. "They could be anywhere in the Scorch."

Piper shook her head, huffing a sigh in frustration. "I hope WICKED doesn't find them before we do."

"Hey," Aris placed his hand on her shoulder. "We'll find them. We've made it this far, and I think they have, too."

She nodded her head. "I hope so."

So they continued to hike in the Scorch, the sun beating down on them and the sand blowing in their faces. They were all tired and worn out, but Thomas didn't want them to stop. "Is everyone good?" he called out from the front of the line.

Everyone shouted back that they were okay, except Winston, who was lagging behind. "Yeah," he muttered in a weak tone, breathing slowly.

"Whoa, Winston..." Piper stated, grabbing one arm and flinging it over her shoulder, keeping a tight grip on him. "Come on, I've got you."

Lillie saw her struggle and came to help out. She took his other arm and flung it over her shoulder, holding onto him as well. "He doesn't look too good."

The girls carried him for most of the journey. It wasn't until they were climbing up a sandy hill when Winston decided that he was able to walk on his own again. They wanted to help him out more, but he protested, saying that he was just fine. But Piper and Lillie knew that he was definitely not fine, but they didn't argue with him.

"Just a little further, guys!" Thomas yelled at the rest of the group.

With a bit of struggle, they managed to get up the sand dune, panting and looking in the distance where everything looked like where they just walked through.

"I can't believe all of this looked so different many years ago," Piper commented.

Thomas pointed at the faded mountains far away from them. "Those mountains, that's gotta be it."

"That's where we're going?" Teresa asked him.

Thomas nodded his head. "Yeah."

Newt huffed a sigh. "That's a long way off."

"Then we better get moving," Thomas responded.

The group was about to be on their way when all of a sudden, Winston collapsed on his first step.

"Winston!" Frypan shouted, everyone running toward him.

The boy was gasping, his breathing becoming a lot shorter and heavier and his face looking swollen.

"He's hurt pretty bad," Piper said. "Lillie and I had to help him for a while."

"What do we do?" Teresa asked, panicking a little.

"Shit," Thomas muttered, sighing and standing back up.

"We're going to have to help him walk somehow," Maeve stated.

Piper then looked at the others, as if a lightbulb went off in her head. "I think I have an idea."

So with some of their skills from the Glen, despite the fact that none of them were Builders, the girls built a basket-like cot for Winston to lay in while everyone went on with the journey. They all took turns dragging Winston in the sand, grunting as they did so. With the wind blowing sand all over them, it was a struggle to go at a normal pace.

Everyone knew that he was bad off, but they were wondering if there was anything they could do for him. Piper wasn't sure if there was, but what if it really was too late for him?

"We gotta find shelter!" Thomas said after a long time of walking in the Scorch.

"It's about bloody time you said that," Maeve mumbled.

To be quite honest, Piper was ready to stop as well. She was just hoping that WICKED wouldn't find them if they stopped. If so, then there was no hope in the group finding the Right Arm.

No. She couldn't think like that. They had come this far. Piper couldn't lose hope now.

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A/N: Yup! They're on the move now!

Song above is The Scorch by Shelby Merry.

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