Brenda lead me to a creepy run down city of sorts. She said something about almost everyone being infected. 

"Try to blend in" Brenda mumbled to me as she grabbed my arm so I was walking next to her. 

I kept my head down, glancing every so often at the people around me. Some coughed, some had veins popping out of their necks, and some just had dirt and rubble on their faces. I felt bad, they were all suffering.

We walked through the city, getting some looks from some people, but other than that, they just kept walking in their direction as we walked in ours.

A tall white run down building was in view with large marble pillars.

"Are you sure this is Marcus' place?" I asked Brenda skeptically. 

A woman with blonde hair walked over to us, staring at us up and down.

"Are you two here for the party?" She asked, a small smile growing on her lips.

"No. We're looking for Marcus. This is his place, correct?" Brenda asked, no emotion showing in her face whatsoever.

"This is my place." A voice spoke up from behind us. We quickly turned around, face to face with a blond headed man with dark under eyes.

"Are you Marcus?" I asked.

"No, Marcus doesn't live here anymore" He replied, a small manic laugh coming from his mouth.

I made eye contact with Brenda, obviously shaken up a bit.

"Do you know where we can find him? Or where he might be?" Brenda asked this time.

"Yeah, yeah, he's in zone B" The blond headed man said.

"Okay, what's zone B?" I questioned curiously.

"It's where they burn the bodies" A whole ass manic laugh came from the man as he threw himself into a laughing fit. 

I looked at Brenda, concern shown throughout my whole face.What did he mean 'burn the bodies'?

"Have you seen a group of kids around our age anywhere here, then? They had a blond boy with them and a dark brown haired girl" Brenda asked.

"I think they went inside" He said simply, staring at me, but not my face, my body...

Brenda tried walking through the doors, but was stopped quickly by the man. 

"You don't think you could go in there like that, did you?" He asked, his smile had widened, creeping me out.

"What do yo-" I begun, only for a girl to throw clothes at me and Brenda.

"Try them on!" She said as she lead us into a storage closet, leaving me and Brenda in the dark. 

The room had a mirror, one light, and a couple other articles of clothing, but other than that, it was empty.

I showed out one of the tops the girl had given me, it was a blue with lace, almost like lingerie. Brenda was given somewhat more modest pieces, but they had rips almost everywhere. We kept our cargos on though, exiting the room and being greeted with Marcus. He stared at me more now that I was changed, it made me feel weak as I shriveled up my body slightly.

"Can we go in now?" Brenda asked.

"Just one more thing," He replied simply, holding out a flask of some liquid. Brenda looked at it skeptically.

"Drink it" He said simply, shoving it into her hands. She reluctantly took a sip, her face smushing together.

She handed the drink back to him before he looked at me.

"Your turn, Princess" He said with a smirk.

"What is it?" I questioned.

"Your price of admission"

I looked at the bottle before gulping a large swig. It burned my throat as it went down, god was this what I was really going to have to do?

"Alright, you two enjoy the party" He said, opening the door for us. 

We walked in, the door closing right as it had opened. It was dim and dark. A putrid smell of liquor and alcohol surrounded us and the people grew oddly close. They all had veins crawling up their necks like vines. A crank was tied up by chains one on side of the party, growling at all the others. 

"Okay, let's split up, and don't drink anything else" Brenda said to me, taking me out of my trance. I nodded before heading off. People danced around me, made out, all of that. 

A boy walked over to me, placing a hand on my shoulder. 

"Hey, pretty girl" His voice slurred out. He had black hair, that came out in a middle part. 

My gaze turned a bit blurry, something was happening. Before I knew it, I was kissing him, but it wasn't him? It was Newt! Did I find them?

"They're not here" I mumbled to myself.

I looked back at the boy I was kissing and he changed back to himself.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"No, no, no, you're not him..." My voice came out shakier than I had wanted it to.

I stumbled backwards, walking away from the boy. He was Newt... I swear.

- - - -

"Y/N! What did you do!" Teresa screamed at me as I began rummaging through cabinets.

"Teresa, they're going to make you wipe my memories. Please don't. Please." I begged the girl.

"What do you mean?" she asked cautiously. 

"I had to do it! I couldn't bear it anymore! They were going to send me and Aris sooner or later"

"Y/N..."

"I'm sorry, I need to see if Newt's okay... Aris knows its for the better too, we just never clicked like me and Newt"

She nodded before leaving me in the room. Ava came in, grabbing my forcefully.

"I'm sorry to do this Y/N, but you betrayed our trust, it's the only right thing to do..."

I lay on the medical bed, my eyes closing and opening slowly, bracing myself for what was going to happen next.

- - - - 

My eyes shot open quickly, adjusting to the bright sun light that seeped through the windows. A blond boy leaned over my body slightly, staring at me.

"Y/N!" Newt exclaimed. "Thank the bloody gods you're okay" 

"Hi, Newt" I said to the boy as I positioned myself upwards.

I heard grunts and shouts from near me, Jorge stood above a guy tied to a chair. His face was bloodied up a bit.

"I suggest you talk! You son of a bitch!" Jorge shouted at the man as he hit him. "Where is the Right Arm, Marcus!" 

"Wait... This is Marcus?" I asked, standing up even though Newt tried to keep me down on the couch I was laying on. I got a glimpse of the room too. 

It was a light tan room with yellow curtains that stretched from the very top of the ceiling. draped down to the floor. The windows were just as tall aswell.

"This lady catches on quick, she might aswell be the brains and beauty of the operation" Marcus said through manic laughs. 

A cold breeze whirled its way into the room. It made goosebumps pop up on my arms and stomach. At that moment, it hit me. I was still in the lingerie. 

"Here" Newt said from behind me as he gave me a jacket to throw over. 

"Oh thank you." I replied gratefully.

"I don't know about you, Y/N, but I think you looked smokin in that... thing" Minho said jokingly.

"Why thank you Minho" I replied with a smile.

From my peripherals, I noticed Newt jerk a little, jealous much.

"Where's Bertha?" Jorge asked Marcus.

"No.. Please. Not Bertha." Marcus pleaded.

And that's where it was. We were cruising in the Scorch. In Bertha. This was what I wished for when escaping Wicked.

A/N : hi! i hope you all enjoy this!! i'm actually so proud of myself for these daily updates !! anywho mwah i love you <3