"We know," Teresa interrupted. "There's no sign of a building. Nothing. It looks even worse in the daylight. Just forever and ever of flat wasteland. There isn't a tree or a hill, much less any safe haven."
Thomas looked at Aris, then back at Teresa. "Then what're we supposed to do? Where do we go?" He thought of Minho and Newt, the Gladers, Brenda and Jorge. "Have you seen any of the others?"
Aris answered. "All the girls from my group are down there, walking north like they're supposed to, already a couple miles out. We spotted your friends at the base of the mountain a mile or two west of here. Can't tell for sure, but looks like no one new is missing, and they're heading in the same direction as the girls."
Relief filled Thomas. His friends had made it―hopefully all of them.
"We gotta get moving," Teresa said. "Just because nothing's there doesn't mean anything. Who knows what WICKED is up to? We just have to do what they told us. Come on."
Thomas had been experiencing a brief moment of wanting to give up, to sit down and forget it all―let whatever was going to happen, happen. But almost as fast as it came out, it disappeared. "Okay, let's go. But you better tell me everything you know."
"I will," she answered. "You guys up for running once we're out of these dead trees?"
Aris nodded, but Thomas rolled his eyes. "Please. I'm a Runner."
She raised her eyebrows. "Well, then, we'll just have to see who stops before who."
In answer, Thomas stepped out of the small clearing and into the lifeless forest first, refusing to dwell on the storm of memories and emotions that tried to weigh him down.
The sky didn't lighten much as morning ticked on. Clouds blew in, gray and thick, so thick that Thomas wouldn't have had any idea of the time if it weren't for his watch.
Clouds. Last time that had happened ...
Maybe this storm wouldn't be so bad. Maybe.
Once they left the dense pack of dead trees, they didn't pause. An obvious trail led toward the valley below, switching back and forth like a jagged scar on the mountain face. Thomas estimated it would take a couple of hours just to get to the bottom―running on the steep, slippery slopes looked like a good way to break an ankle or leg. And if that happened, they'd never make it.
The three agreed they'd hike quickly but safely, then book it once they were on flat land. They started down―Aris, then Thomas, then Teresa. The dark clouds churned above them as wind gusted in seemingly every direction. Just as Aris had said, Thomas could see two separate packs of people in the desert below―his Glader friends, not far from the base of the mountain, then Group B, maybe a mile or two farther out.
Once again Thomas was relieved, and his step felt lighter as he made his way.
After the third switchback, Teresa spoke up from behind him. "So, guess I'll start the story from where we left off."
Thomas just nodded. He couldn't believe how good he felt physically―his stomach miraculously full, the pain from being beaten up gone, fresh air and brisk wind to make him feel alive. He had no idea what was in that gas he'd breathed, but it seemed far from poisonous. Still, his mistrust of Teresa itched at him; he didn't want to be overly nice.
"It all started right when we were talking to each other in the middle of the night―that very first one right after the rescue from the Maze. I was kind of half asleep and then these people were in my room, all dressed funny. Creepy. Baggy jumpsuits and goggles."
"Serious?" Thomas asked over his shoulder. They sounded just like the people he'd seen after being shot.
"Freaked me out―and I tried calling to you, but it suddenly cut out. The telepathy thing, I mean. I don't know how I knew, but it just vanished. From then until now it's only come and gone in spurts."
Then she spoke in his mind. You can hear me perfectly now, right?
Yeah. Did you and Aris really talk while we were in the Maze?
Well ...
She trailed off, and when Thomas looked back at her, she had a worried look on her face.
What's wrong? he asked, turning his attention back to the trail before he did something stupid like trip and go tumbling down the mountain.
I don't wanna go into that yet.
"Go―" He stopped himself before he said it out loud. Go into what?
Teresa didn't answer.
Thomas tried as hard as he could to shout inside her mind. Go into what!
She stayed silent a few seconds longer before finally answering.
Yeah, he and I have been talking since I first showed up in the Glade. Mostly while I was in that stupid coma.
CHAPTER 55
It took every ounce of Thomas's willpower not to stop and turn toward her. What? Why didn't you tell me about him back in the Maze? As if he needed another reason to dislike either of them.
"Why'd you guys stop talking?" Aris suddenly asked. "You yappin' about me in those pretty little heads of yours?" Impossibly, he didn't seem the least bit sinister at all anymore. It was almost as if everything that had happened back in the dead forest had been a creation of Thomas's imagination.
Thomas let out a heavy breath that had been building in his lungs. "I can't believe this. You two've been―" He stopped, realizing that maybe he wasn't so surprised after all. He'd seen Aris in the splotchy memories of his most recent dream. He was a part of this, whatever this was. And the way they'd acted toward each other in that brief recall seemed to say they were on the same side. Used to be, anyway.
"Shuck it," Thomas finally said. "Just keep talking."
"All right," Teresa said. "There's a lot of stuff to explain, so from now on just keep quiet and listen. Got it?"