*I couldn't find just the right version. But you get the gist*

The Gladers trudged on. It felt like the town wasn't getting any closer. Luckily, however the sun seemed to gain weight and drop more quickly the closer it got to the horizon. Judging by the watch on Newt's wrist Evelyn estimated it had been a few hours since they left Winston behind, when the sky turned a purplish orange and the intense glare of the sun started to melt away into a more pleasant glow.

"It's pretty, ain't it?" Newt leaned in and whispered. Evelyn ripped her eyes away from the sunset and gave Newt a small smile.

"I want to remember them all." She whispered back.

Newt hummed and squeezed her hand gently. Not long after that, the sun disappeared below the horizon altogether, pulling nighttime and the stars across the sky like a curtain. Without the sweltering suffocating heat, Evelyn enjoyed it. Her head tilted up, watching the twinkling lights in the sky.

"Real stars are beautiful." She whispered, her eyes were wide with wonder. The bright stars reflected in her bright green eyes. "They were never this close or bright or alive!"

"Our loved ones came out to say hi." Newt murmured quietly in her ear.

She looked around at him and smiled sadly .

"Everyone! We sleep here!" Minho suddenly called.

"Good a place as any." Teresa groaned and sank to the ground and flopped down. "Shuck I'm tired."

Everyone groaned and flopped to the ground, most of the guys were already asleep. The Gladers were closer together tonight. Evelyn knelt down beside Chuck and tucked the sheet up around him.

"Goodnight Sleepyhead." She whispered and kissed his sweaty curly hair. She felt a hand squeeze hers.

"Night Mom."

"Sleep tight."

"Hey mom?"

"Ya Bud?"

"Could you sing?"

"Ummm, yeah Buddy." She said hesitantly. She instintly felt the group mood shift. It became still. Everyone was listening. She took a deep breath. Closing her eyes she opened her mouth and words and a toon came out.

"When you wish upon a star
Makes no difference who you are
Anything your heart desires
Will come to you

If your heart is in your dream
No request is too extreme
When you wish upon a star
As dreamers do

Fate is kind
She brings to those who love
The sweet fulfillment of
Their secret longing

Like a bolt out of the blue
Fate steps in and sees you through
When you wish upon a star
Your dreams come true"

She felt the boys around her drift off to sleep. She heard a few sniffles. They had lost a few of their boys now. It had only been a few days in the scorch. Two days for Teresa and Evelyn, and she had lost too many friends.

With the song still rattling around in her head she kissed a sleeping Chuck's temple and went back to Newt. He open his arms and she snuggled in.

"That was beautiful." He whispered.

She hummed and placed her head on his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart.

"You made up with Minho?"

She nodded. She shifted so she could see his face.

"Did you know he read Lord of the Rings?" She whispered.

Newt picked his head up, and raised an eyebrow. "I was tryin' to get him to read those classics for a long bloody time."

"After you moved out, he read them apparently. A few times. And re Minho-fied Sam's speech to Frodo. It was... actually really helpful."

"Good. Whatever works." He kissed her temple.

"Newt?" She whispered.

He picked his head up. She raised up and kissed him. His hand immidiatly went to the back of her head, pulling her closer. His other arm snacked around her back. He swiftly rolled them, so now she was on her back and he was on his side, oroped up beside her. All without breaking the kiss. He deepened their kiss, his tounge slid into her mouth. She placed her hands into his chest and slowly, reluctantly pushed him away.

"Too many watching eyes."

"Let em watch." Newt growled.

"Maybe in the city we can sneak away." She whispered

He groaned. "Fine." He lay back down beside her, and pulled her close. She snuggled her face into the cook if his back and fell asleep.

Evelyn woke up to the wind beating her face and hair and clothes. It felt like invisible hands were trying to rip them off. It was still dark. And cold, too, her whole body shivering from it. Wiggling from Newt's tight grip, and proping herself up into an elbow she looked around, hardly able to see the huddled shapes sleeping near by, their sheets pulled tightly against their bodies.

Their sheets.

Evelyn let out a frustrated yelp, then scrambled to her feet, which was an almost impossible task with the wind trying to knock her over. More than half of the sheets had been ripped away and blown away.

"Shuck it," she whispered; the howl of the wind stole the words before he could even hear them.

She looked up at black sky, then sucked in a hurried breath as the memory of the sun vanishing from the Glade came rushing back. That had been the beginning of the end. The beginning of the terror. But common sense soon calmed her wild heart. The winds. The cool air. A storm. It had to be a storm.

Clouds. Storm. A storms coming.

The way the wind tore at her, the way the clouds above thickened and churned and bruised to a deep purple, almost black, the way dust and debris flew through the air, she knew they had to reach the city, and soon.

Evelyn dropped to the ground and shook Newt awake.

"Newt!" She screamed. Her voice was almost ripped away with the wind. "We have to go!"

She grabbed her bag throwing it over her shoulder, the machete tucked inside the bag she grabbed her trusty hatchet and tucked it on her back. Newt had scrambled to his feet. His eyes wide with fear. They started waking up everyone.

She shook Minho, he jumped to his feet, his eyes wide, fists raised.

"Storm!" She screamed. "we need to run!"

Minho blinked a few times, it finally clicked when she yanked him down when done kind of debris flew over his head. He nodded and hauled Teresa to her feet.

The Gladers all crowded around.

"We run for the city! Keep a look out for everyone! Move!" Minho screamed over the wind.

He turned with Teresa's hand clamped in his he ran. The others following. Evelyn waited making sure everyone followed. Trying to make sure she saw everyone, trying to count. Her hand was grabbed and she was pulled. Newt was hauling her along.

"Where's Chuck?" She screamed.

"Sonny had him!" He yelled back.

She nodded. She wasn't sure if he saw it not, it was becoming harder for Evelyn to actually see it. The dust in the air had thickened into a brown fog, and she felt it in every breath. It was crusting in her eyes, making them water and turning into goop that she had to keep wiping away.

She couldn't see the front group, but the message from Minho was passed down the, they had a destination. The large building they were shooting for had become a looming shadow behind the cloud of dust, towering taller and taller, like a growing giant.

The wind had gained a rough edge, pelting her with sand and grit until it hurt. Every once in a while a larger object would fly by, scaring her half out of her wits. A branch. Something that looked like a small mouse. A piece of roofing tile. And countless scraps of paper. All swirling through the air like snowflakes. She had to yank Newt out of the way of a piece of metal.

Then came the lightning.

They'd halved the distance to the building, maybe more than that; when the bolts came from nowhere, and the world around Evelyn erupted in light and thunder.

They fell from the sky in jagged streaks, like bars of white light, slamming into the ground and throwing up massive amounts of scorched earth. The crushing sound was too much to bear, and Evelyn's ears began to go numb, the horrific noise fading to a distant hum as she went deaf.

She kept running, almost blind now, unable to hear, barely able to see the building. She had lost hold of Newt's hand at some point. People fell and got back up. Evelyn stumbled but caught her balance with the help of Nick. She helped Jeff regain his feet, then Frypan. Pushed them forward as she kept on. It was only a matter of time before one of the thick daggers of lightning struck someone and fried them to a blackened char. Her hair stood on end despite the ripping wind, the static in the air raging and prickly as flying needles.

Evelyn wanted to scream, wanted to hear her own voice, even if it was only the dull vibrations inside her skull. But she knew the dust-riddled air would choke her; it was hard enough to take short, quick breaths through her nose. Especially with the storm of lightning crashing to the ground all around them, singeing the air, making everything smell like copper and ash.

The sky darkened further, the dust cloud thickened; Evelyn realized she couldn't see everyone anymore. Just those few directly in front of her. She saw Newt and Thomas briefly. And then she saw Jeff, Shawn and Theo. She may have caught a glimpse of Chuck.

Light from the strikes flashed against them, a short burst of brilliant white illuminating them for the briefest instant. It all added together to blind Evelyn even more. They had to reach that building. They had to get there or they wouldn't last much longer.

A bolt of pure white zigzagged from the sky and exploded on the ground right in front of her. She screamed but couldn't hear herself, squeezing her eyes shut as something, some burst of energy or wave of air―threw her to the side. She landed flat on her back, the breath knocked from her chest, as a spray of dirt and rocks rained down on her. Spitting, wiping at her face, she gulped for air as she scrambled onto her hands and knees, then into her unsteady feet.

Evelyn heard a ringing now, a steady, high-pitched buzz that felt like nails in her eardrums. The wind tried to eat her clothes, dirt stung her skin, darkness swirled around her like living night, broken only by the flashes of lightning. Then she saw it, a horrific image made even spookier by the on-again-off-again source of light.

It was Shawn. He lay on the ground, inside a small crater, writhing as he clutched his knee. There was nothing below that―shin, ankle, and foot obliterated by the burst of pure electricity from the sky. Blood that looked like black tar gushed from the hideous wound, making a paste of horror with the dirt. His clothes had been burned off, leaving him naked, injuries spreading across his whole body. He had no hair. And it looked like his eyeballs had ...

Evelyn spun around and collapsed to the ground, coughing as she spit up everything in her stomach. There was nothing she could do for Shawn. No way. Nothing. But he was still alive. Though the thought shamed her. Evelyn was glad she couldn't hear the screams. Before she could even contemplate going after him a huge hand grabbed the back of her jacket and pulled her up.

Sonny was screaming at her. She couldn't hear his words, but she focused on his mouth. "Go! Nothing we can do for him! Run!"

He gave her a harsh push. She ran. She ran away from Shawn. Her heart was breaking. She felt the dark pit trying to consume her.

She ran after Sonny, stumbling, stomach muscles sore from throwing up, her ears ringing painfully, in shock from the terrible sight of Shawn ripped to shreds by lightning. Out of the gloom the outline of Minho rose, she had hung out with him enough to know who it was. She saw lumps of shadow to the left and right, other Gladers, but only a few.

It was too dark to see very far, and the lightning came and went too fast to reveal much. Only dust and debris and that looming shape of the building, almost on top of them now. They'd lost any hope of organization or staying together. It was each Glader for himself now―they just had to hope everyone could make it.

Wind. Explosions of light. Wind. Choking dust. Wind. Ringing in her ears, pain. Wind. She kept going, her eyes glued to Minho just a few steps ahead of her. She didn't feel anything for Shawn. She didn't care if she was permanently deaf. She didn't care about the others anymore, though her mind did wander quickly to Newt and Chuck. The chaos around her seemed to siphon away her humanity, turn her into an animal. All she wanted was to survive, make it to that building, get inside. Live. Gain another day. Maybe it was the crank coming through, humanity ripped away at this moment.

She felt the electricity, her hair stood up, her heart picked up it's pace.

"No!" She screamed.

With a wild scream, her hands became instantly so cold it hurt. She knew her eyes frosted over. She thrust her hands out, a jet of freezing power shot out of her hands.

Searing white light and ice cold blue frost detonated in front of her, throwing her through the air again. Even as she flew backward, she screamed.

The explosion had happened right where Minho was running. Minho! Evelyn landed with a jarring thump that felt like every joint in her body came loose. Her body felt like it was full of freeze cold sharp pain. Her infected arm was searing in pain. She ignored the pain, got up, ran forward, her vision full of darkness mixed with blurry afterimages, amoebas of purplish light. Then she saw flames.

It took a second for her brain to compute what she was seeing. Rods of fire dancing about like magic, hot tendrils whipping to the right from the wind. Then it all collapsed to the ground, a heap of thrashing flame. Evelyn reached it and understood.

It was Minho. His clothes were on fire.

"NO!" She screamed.

Her hands were still freezing, before her mind caught up with her actions she was slapping her hands all over the place. The frost covered his clothes and skin. She was able to put the fire out within a few seconds

Evelyn was glad she couldn't hear the wails of agony that appeared to be coming from Minho. She knew they didn't have time to stop, so Evelyn grabbed her best friend by the shoulders and dragged him to his feet.

"Come on Soilder! Stop sitting around!"

Minho coughed, winced again, but then nodded and wrapped one of his arms around Evelyn's neck. Together they moved as fast as they could toward the building, Evelyn doing most of the work. She somehow, through the fear of losing Minho, fear of not knowing where Newt was or where Chuck was, somehow she managed to switch her powers.

"Come on!" She yelled in frustration.

She couldn't loose her best friend. She needed him. He couldn't be lost. He needed to take care of Newt after she was gone. Everyone needed Minho. With legs wobbling, her lungs heaving and heart hammering so fast it hurt. Evelyn turned and slammed her hand onto his chest as she sent a wild blast of healing powers into him.

His head flew back, his eyes flew open and he took a wild gasp.

"Evelyn!" He screamed.

"Minho..." Her eyes rolled, her knees buckled, and the ground came out of nowhere.