"Where the hell are we?" Minho murmured in awe, scanning his torch over the building. It seemed to be abandoned, but it was also much bigger than where they were just stood, so it wasn't farfetched to wonder if there were people in a different part of the building.

"We gotta go." Thomas immediately took off walking, Florence following quickly, knowing it would not be long before WCKD stumbled upon the place.

"No. Thomas, stop." Teresa called, causing them both and Minho - who had followed them out of blind trust - to stop in their tracks.

"We gotta keep moving." Thomas reiterated, but Teresa was glued to the spot, her arms folded over her chest.

"Teresa, they're going to find us." Florence added, beginning to grow agitated.

"Tell me what's going on." She demanded stubbornly, and Thomas walked back towards her. Florence realised they had never explained what actually happened, just simply trusted them without a second thought.

"It's WCKD. They lied to us. We never escaped." Thomas casted a look to Florence and Aris, adding that, "We found bodies. Too many to count."

Minho's eyes darted to the girl questioningly, as if he wanted her to confirm or deny Thomas's words. "What do you mean? Dead bodies?"

She shook her head, her mouth clamped shut, still in shock and too horrified to explain. Thomas noticed this, nudging her arm ever so gently before speaking. "No, but they weren't alive either. They had them strung up. With tubes coming out of them. They were being drained. There's something inside of us that WCKD wants. Something in our blood."

"Maybe they think we have a Cure - for the Flare." Florence added, theorising immediately like always. It was impossible for her to be in a situation without making theories about it. Thomas nodded in agreement with her words, adding that,

"They're pretty much killing them. So we have to get as far away as possible." 

"Okay." Newt said simply, his eyes still on Thomas, watching him expectantly. "So, what's the plan?"

When Thomas said nothing in reply, instead just squirmed uncomfortably from the unwanted attention, Newt's eyebrows began to furrow in anger, annoyance and impatience.

"You do have a plan, right?" He asked again, and Thomas sheepishly ran a hand through his hair, mumbling,

"Yeah. I don't know."

Newt looked furious now, and Florence fidgeted with her hands to distract herself from the growing tension. Thomas couldn't look at him out of fear.

"Well, we followed you out here, Thomas, and now you're saying that you have no idea where we're going, or what we're doing." Newt's voice cracked and Florence bit back a laugh at the worse time. And then she remembered that WCKD was after them and they had nowhere to go. It was quite easy to avoid laughing then.

"Wait. Janson said something about people hiding in the mountains. Some kind of resistance or army." Aris spoke up, and then the girl's eyes lit up. With a smile, she replied,

"The Right Arm."

"The Right Arm." Thomas confirmed. The others looked between the three of them, rather confused as to what they were talking about.

 "If they're really against WCKD, maybe they can help us." 

Everyone's eyes instantly turned to Newt as if for permission, who looked a little taken aback that he had automatically taken role of the mother of the group. He relaxed his eyes again, looking to Thomas to say,

"People. In the mountains. Mountain people." He sounded more than unconvinced. "That's your plan?"

"It's the only chance we have." Thomas replied, taking a step towards him and only increasing the tension seeming to be building between them. Just as Florence was about to intervene to break up the tension, another voice came from a few feet away.

"Hey, guys. Check this out." Winston beckoned them all over to where he was crouched on the ground. "Minho, give me a light."

Minho shone the torch on the ground where Winston was crouched, lighting up the sand to show the visible footsteps before them. They hadn't walked over there yet, meaning,

"Someone's been down here." 

Immediately distracted by the new discovery, the group ventured forwards into the building, in hopes of finding other survivors that could help them survive the Scorch. Now equipped with a torch, Florence stuck close to Minho's side as they wandered the building.

He strolled towards a dusty shutter door, shining his torch and peering through inside. The girl did the same, hers eyes falling on the dozens of empty water tanks, not being able to see the other things scattered due to the darkness.

"Come on. Open up." Minho said, encouraging the others to reach down and lift up the shutters for them to walk through.

As they silently scoured the room; stumbling upon electric lanterns, sleeping bags, more torches, Minho made the profound conclusion that the place,

"Looks like people lived here." He lifted a shirt from the floor, shaking it out and sending dust flying in the air.

"Where are they now?"

Of course, no one had the answer to Newt's ominous question. Thomas spared him a glance, shaking out a jacket he picked up from the floor, before putting it on. 

"Let's pack some of this stuff up. Anything you think you might need." Florence lifted some blankets from the floor, holding them up for Newt to look at, who in turn nodded to say he thought they were useful.

"We'll split up, see what else we can find. Meet back here." Thomas advised, nodding to Minho who made his way back across the room towards him. He diverted his course quickly to Florence, pressing a fleeting kiss to her forehead, before following Thomas out of the room.

Keeping close to Newt, Florence scanned her torch over the room. It was cluttered with the most random things, but everything pointed to the theory that people had been living there. Teresa suddenly let out a gasp from where she was searching, causing Newt and Florence's torches to shine on her.

"You alright?" Newt called out.

"I'm fine." She replied rather coldly and defensively, turning away to continue looking for things they may need. When she moved further away, Newt exhaled heavily.

"Bloody hell, she really doesn't like me." Florence giggled at his words, being shushed by the boy who simply just smirked.

"I wonder why, Newt?"

His cheeks flushed with the reminder he had kissed the boy that Teresa so obviously had a crush on, before he frowned at the thought of something else that Florence didn't understand. Teasingly, she lifted her torch in the direction of his face, the boy squinting from the bright light and putting up his hand to shield it from his vision.

"What's up with you two?" She asked, eyebrows raised, and he let out a long dramatic sigh. Shrugging slightly, he glanced to see if Teresa was in earshot before explaining,

"We haven't talked about anything. There hasn't been any time to." He replied shortly, a sense of irritation laced in his tone. She nodded knowingly, glancing behind again to where Frypan was close by - not close enough to hear them - looking about the room.

"Well, if you do find time, don't skirt around it Newt." Feeling quite attacked by her words, he glanced away with a tinge of colour to his cheeks. He shrugged, as if to say he didn't know what she meant. 

"You know exactly what I'm talking about, you'll avoid the subject." He shrugged again, trying to dismiss her words, but their conversation was interrupted anyway by the power flickering on in the building. 

Florence looked up to the ceiling, at the yellow tinted lights lighting up the damp peeling walls of the room, chuckling. Beckoning the others out of the room, she led them into the more open area of the mall they were stood in before, finding Winston and Aris.

"What's going on?" Newt asked them, as they walked over, the pair both shrugging. At the lack of anyone talking, Florence tilted her head thoughtfully to the ceiling, focusing on one of the lights.

"I think someone found a power button."

Just as her words settled in, a yell sounded from the distance, startling them all. Florence's head snapped to the direction it came from, her eyes adjusting to the two figures sprinting towards them, still shouting.

"Hey!"

Thomas and Minho.

Why are they running?

A chill ran down the girl's spine at the realisation they would only be running that fast and sounding that panicked if something was really wrong. So what was it?

As they neared, inhumane shrieking came from behind them, and then many more figures; all half running, half limping after them menacingly. They seemed to be set on reaching the pair, and they didn't look at all friendly.

Cranks.

"Run!"

Hearing Thomas's command echo in her mind, Florence didn't hesitate in listening. Throwing a backpack on, she stumbled a little before breaking out into a sprint along with the others, not really knowing where she was going only that she needed to get away.

Heading immediately for the escalator, Florence could feel her heart beating in her throat as she didn't dare to look back and see how close the Cranks were to them. Taking the steps two by two, she clenched her torch tightly in her fist, her knuckles growing white.

"Move, move!" Thomas ushered them all up off the escalator, around a corner, stopping still when they all became rather stuck on which direction to take.

"Come on, keep moving." Thomas pushed.

Just as they were about to progress further, a Crank came from the shadows towards them, growling at them as it advanced. Florence began to back away, pulling Teresa with her, but Aris moved forwards with a metal pipe gripped in his hand - the girl having no idea where he got it from.

Whacking the Crank in the shins, he sent it flying to the ground, right towards them. They scattered as it writhed on the ground still snarling, heading towards the next set of escalators. However, only Thomas and Teresa made it on, the others being cut off by the original group of Cranks that had followed Thomas and Minho.

"Go. Go around!" Thomas yelled to them, his voice panicky. Forced to go around, Florence led the group towards the escalators on the other side, sprinting ahead with her heart hammering in her chest.

"Minho, come on!"

The name caused her head to spin around, to see the boy in question punching a Crank in the face with his torch and sending it to the floor. They hurtled up the escalator, meeting Thomas and Teresa at the top platform where the escalators met one another.

There was no time for them to stop running, but there was something they had to figure out.

"Where the hell are we gonna go?"

That. That's what they had to figure out.

They had no idea where they were going, but they could even just use a temporary escape to gather their thoughts quickly on a plan without Cranks threatening their lives, reminding them of their presence with harsh shrieks.

"We gotta find a way out of here."

They kept running, they'd surely die if they stopped. But where were they running?

The deafening sound of smashing glass fell on Florence's ears, a small yelp sounding afterwards along with the growl of a Crank. She stopped in her tracks - momentarily forgetting about the danger of it - eyes widening in fear at the sight before her.

Newt, flat on the ground, a snarling Crank on top of him, growling and trying to bite at him. He was holding him back with an arm to the Crank's chest and throat, his face scrunched up in disgust at the dark infected veins crawling across the Crank's face.

"Thomas!"

It didn't take the boy more than a second to spring forwards, using his foot to throw the Crank off Newt's body and through the glass railings of the platform, down the long drop to the floor below. He pulled the boy up from the ground, everyone else now moving into action too, Newt's hands on Thomas's chest.

"Newt, you good?"

"Yeah. Thanks, Tommy." He replied through pants, glancing quickly to see Thomas's worry filled expression.

Luckily we're all immune, I guess.

"Through here."

Florence was ushered into a narrow stone corridor after her friends, suddenly feeling quite exposed as the last person to head down it. Thomas began trying the handles of each door they came across, with each one failing. And then she saw the Cranks again.

That's when she got really scared.

"Okay, run. Go. Go!" Her voice was high pitched with alarm and panic, setting her friends off into a sprint as she tailed Winston, all of them flooding out into a square area only a little wider than the corridor. They came face to face with an emergency exit door which ironically happened to be padlocked shut.

"I'll hold them back." Winston told them determinedly, as Thomas began to hammer his shoulder into the door, trying to force it open. Winston turned his attention to the approaching Cranks, holding a gun stolen from WCKD in both hands, firing multiple shots down the corridor.

"Get that door open." Winston urged. Florence moved to the door, using her foot to put all of her body weight against it and break the little strength left after Thomas's constant battering of it.

"Everyone through. Come on. Come on." 

They flooded through the open door, a little relief in them all, when Winston was suddenly swept from his feet and dragged back towards the way they had just came. Clutching onto the door, he refused to get taken capture by the Cranks, despite their strength on him.

"Winston!" Florence yelled out in shock, as he let out a yelp of terror.

"Help me!"

Everyone immediately rushed forwards to help. Minho and Thomas went to the door to keep it from flying open as the others went to Winston's arms to pull him from the grasp of the Cranks. Florence gripped his hand, planting her feet firmly into the ground as she tugged him towards her relentlessly.

As Winston's shirt rose from the force of them all pulling him backwards, the Cranks hands went to his stomach, dragging their nails down on his skin and drawing blood. Winston let out a pained groan, but Florence and Frypan were able to tug him towards them once more and out of the grip of the Cranks.

"Go, go, go!" Thomas yelled, from where his body was still flat against the door, keeping it closed from the Cranks.

Newt and Frypan hauled Winston up from the floor, supporting him from both sides, and broke out into a jog after Teresa and Aris. Florence hesitated, looking back at the two boys still holding the weight of the door and the Cranks aching to be let loose behind it.

"Minho, go. I'm right behind you!" Thomas called to him, tiredness evident in his voice. Minho also hesitated, but on realising the girl would not run without him, he moved from the door.

"Let's go. Let's go!" He yelled to her, grabbing her hand and pulling her along with him. She glanced back to her brother as they ran, just to see him relieving the weight of the door and sprinting after them, a crowd of Cranks following.

Somehow, they escaped. 

Huddled together in a tiny stone shelter, they could still hear the shrieks of the Cranks, but the noises never came close to them. They sat, shivering and jumping at any sudden noise, almost all night.

At some point before light broke, Florence had crawled over to Winston, finding a bandage from her bag and quickly trying to treat and bandage up the wounds on his stomach. She didn't have much space to do it, but it was easier as they were the only two awake, the others all having dropped off to sleep.

Winston's eyes were watering with pain as the girl wiped at the deep gashes on his stomach, her whispering quiet apologies as she did so. She finished bandaging him and paused to take in his expression; fearful, exhausted, hurt.

"Hey," She stole his attention. "You're going to be okay."

"Thanks Florence."

Florence didn't remember going to sleep at all, but she woke to the sounds of Thomas shooing a bird away whilst she was resting on Minho's chest. Lifting her head up to see the blackbird fly away, she cast Thomas an annoyed look, who in turn just ignored her.

"Are they gone?" Newt asked, glancing up to the boy from where he was lying, propped up on his elbow.

"Yeah, I think we're safe for now."

Florence shifted so she was sat up, glancing about the place they had taken shelter in. Obviously, it looked much different in the light. Rubble and steel objects were piled about the place, sandy dust covering its surfaces. It seemed like no one had been around for years.

"Okay, we should get moving." Thomas said, moving to grab his bag from the floor. 

Everyone had only just woken, still sleepy and rubbing their eyes of tiredness. Florence stretched out her arms, narrowly avoiding whacking Minho in the face.

"Let's pack it up." Thomas pushed, and the girl rolled her eyes as she got up from the floor. She picked up her bag as her brother continued to nag everyone to get moving.

"Fry, Winston. Let's go." 

Frypan hopped up from the ground with ease, but Florence could see Winston's blood soaked bandage clearly now. She had done her best in the dark, but Winston's wounds would obviously still be hurting him. He winced as he attempted to sit up, and Frypan immediately leaned down to hold out a hand.

"Hey, man. You okay?" He asked. Winston gave him a small smile, taking his hand and getting up to his feet.

They quickly left the shelter they had found, climbing up a large mound of rubble and ending up on a stone platform that looked out on their surroundings.

They were in a city. Clearly, it was a city, at some point in the past. Although the buildings were all technically still standing, they each had parts of its structure that had caved in, steel framework sticking out, charred black.

They wandered down the road, their eyes darting up to the buildings and structures, mesmerised by it all. Florence was forcibly reminded of the conversations she had shared with numerous people in the Glade about the things they would've done once they made it out; but not one thing they said was anything like this.

"What the hell happened to this place?" Frypan asked, half mumbling.

"I don't know, but doesn't look like anyone's been here in a long time." Newt replied, causing Frypan's head to turn back to him. They shared a hopeless look.

"I hope the whole world's not like this." Aris said, and Florence slung an arm around his shoulder reassuringly, even though she was hoping the exact same thing.

"Hang on, stop." 

Florence's arm slipped from Aris's shoulder as they both turned to look at Thomas. He stayed very still, focusing his eyes on the ground for a moment before looking up to them. "Do you hear that?"

They all turned silent, not moving in order to strain their ears to hear whatever noise Thomas was talking about. Minho's eyes flickered up to the sky, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

And then they could hear it.

The whirring of a helicopter above their heads. 

WCKD.

"Get down. Everybody, hide. Hide!"

They pounced for cover under a stone pillar that had collapsed at the side of the road. Florence kept a grip on Thomas's arm, as if worried he would do something drastic, and looked up to the sky to see the three helicopters soaring overhead.

They flew past them, low enough to have been able to see them if they were out in the open, disappearing behind some buildings - presumably still heading now in the opposite direction of them.

"They're never gonna stop looking for us, are they?"

There was no point in anyone answering the question, because they all knew the answer.

They crept out from under their shelter, beginning on their trek once again. Florence had no idea where they were going, but let Thomas lead her across the fallen city; across mounds of rubble, and empty streets.

"Everyone good?" He called out, having reached the top of yet another mountain of stone. There were quite murmurs of reassurance spoken back to him, but Florence's eyes drew to Winston, trailing at the back, his hand on his stomach.

"Winston." She called his name, taking a few steps back to hold out a hand to him. He took it, and she helped him up the hill of rubble to ease him of a little pain.

After what felt like forever, they had finally made it to the edge of the city. Florence could feel her stomach urging her to eat, but she knew they only had a little food, so said nothing just yet. Thomas bounded up the sand dune that led into the desert, and so she followed, her breath heavy with exhaustion.

Sand flew back into her face, making her cough as she regrettably had opened her mouth to take a breath. Newt stumbled over to her, handing her his scarf, which she took gratefully to protect her face from any more sand.

Once at the top, they had the smallest bit of hope.

They could see more and more sand dunes, but also mountains, hazed with humidity in the distance. Just before them, the sand dunes seemed to even out into flat ground, which would probably make for an easy journey once they got there.

"Those mountains, that's gotta be it. That's where we're going." Thomas's finger pointed to the mountains in the distance. Florence frowned, wiping away sweat that was collecting on her forehead. 

"That's a long way off." Newt's words echoed her thoughts, and she leaned on him briefly to gain back her breath from climbing the sand dune.

"Then we better get moving." Thomas replied, enthusiastically, flashing Newt a smile and already taking steps forwards again. Florence huffed, having only regained her breath, but proceeded with the group.

Just then, Winston's legs gave way and he fell forwards into the sand. It was clear there was something really wrong now. 

"Winston!"

Maybe the scratches got infected. I didn't get a chance to clean them properly since we were all cramped into a tiny space and we've been walking all day...

Immediately, they all rushed to him. He was taking quick, rapid breaths, his eyes shut closed as he laid still. Florence knelt by his side, cupping his face and feeling how hot his skin was. The sun certainly wasn't helping his fever.

"He's hurt pretty bad." Minho muttered. However it didn't matter how quiet he spoke, the silence from everyone else made it audible to everyone.

"What do we do?" Teresa questioned. Her eyes flickered from Florence inspecting Winston's skin, to Thomas, now standing in the sand with his eyes trained on something in the distance.

"Winston. Can you hear me?"

As Newt tried to capture Winston's attention, Florence's mind ran through all the ways they could transport Winston's unconscious figure.

She eventually came up with a plan, getting the boys and Teresa to help her create a makeshift stretcher from logs and blankets to put Winston on. Frypan and Minho were left to drag it across the sand as they walked, with Florence casting glances back to them every few moments to make sure it hadn't fallen apart.

"Are you okay?"

The words jolted her from her trance as she snapped her head to Aris at his question. His eyes were wide with concern, but the girl gave him a reassuring smile to melt away his worry.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine." But she paused and her smile faded slightly. "Just a little worried."

He nodded understandingly, patting her shoulder as he glanced back to Winston. She refrained from doing so herself, knowing she would only see his sick, unconscious figure again, and the worry was already strong in her mind.

You'd think that when they reached flatter ground, it would be easier to walk. However, you'd be wrong.

When they reached less bumpy ground, the wind had picked up, sending dust and sand into their eyes at an alarmingly fast rate. Florence tied Newt's scarf around her nose and mouth to shield it from the cloud of sand.

"We gotta find shelter!" Thomas called out over the howl of the wind.

Really Thomas, I never would've thought.

And so they did.

The wind had calmed, and they had found a giant stone pillar collapsed into the sand. It left a gap underneath it where they could sit in the shade from the sun; being their only source of coolness from the direct sunlight - even though the humidity was still roaring hot.

They all sat together, scattered out under the shade of the pillar. Minho passed Newt the remains of his water bottle, whilst Frypan poured out the sand that had collected in his boots during the brief sand storm. Aris was lounging back on the cool stone, Teresa sitting close beside him with her eyes trained on Florence tending to Winston.

She was pressing a wet piece of cloth to his forehead, in attempts to calm his fever. She had no idea if it would work, but she would try her best anyway.

Teresa rose from where she was sat, turning abruptly on her heel to join Thomas stood on a sand dune nearby, looking out at their surroundings. She had been acting strange recently. Definitely more distant towards them all.

 Florence moved back from Winston's side, stealing Teresa's previous position and lying back on the ground. She glanced to Newt when she saw Teresa approaching Thomas - out of habit - but could tell nothing from his nonchalant expression.

Every bone in her body ached and screamed of tiredness, so she let her eyes flutter closed for a moment to get some rest. But of course, the boys wouldn't let her.

"Do you think we could drive one of these cars?" She heard Minho wonder aloud. 

Her eyes immediately flew open again, moving to sit up so she could see what Minho was looking at. He was talking about the ancient looking cars buried deep in the sand of course.

"Definitely. Didn't you know that sand is actually a type of engine fuel?" She replied sarcastically, earning an eyeroll from the boy.

"You never know princess! It could actually be a genius invention..."

Frypan chuckled, taking a swig of his water as he watched the pair chatter back and forth about driving cars with sand as fuel. He caught Aris's eye, both of them exchanging amused expressions. Newt's eyes were trained on Thomas and Teresa, the boy barely realising he was watching them, not even listening to the others pointless conversation.

In other words, none of them were looking at Winston. And none of them were looking to see he had woken and was going for the gun they had taken from WCKD.

Frypan's eyes drifted to him in time to see Winston holding the gun to his head. He dove forwards, taking hold of it and tilting it, the pressure causing Winston's fingers to slip onto the trigger and shoot a bullet out in the direction of the desert.

He pulled it from the boy's grasp, everyone else's attention now fully on them, having been spooked by the shot fired. Winston was on all fours now, panting as he reached out his arms, as if he wanted to take the gun from him.

"Guys, get down here!" Aris called up to Teresa and Thomas, his voice filled with anxiety. They didn't hesitate in obeying.

"He just woke up and grabbed the gun and then he tried to..." Frypan couldn't finish his sentence. He didn't want to say what Winston had attempted to do.

"Give it back, please." He managed to get out between panting breaths. Thomas knelt down beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Winston, are you okay?" Just as Thomas asked, Winston lurched forwards, coughing up a black liquid, his mouth the same colour inside. Florence felt a chill run down her spine.

I know what's happened.

Florence instinctively moved closer to Minho, knocking the back of his hand with hers to indicate she wanted to hold his. Understanding, he linked their fingers and tilted his head to her questioningly.

"He's not immune." She mumbled quietly, visions of Winston being scratched by Cranks back in the abandoned mall flashing in her mind. His head immediately shot to Winston as if needing him to confirm.

Winston fell onto his back, sweat streaming down from his forehead as he fumbled with the hem of his shirt. Clasping it loosely in his hands, he lifted it enough for them all to see his stomach had been entirely taken over by a dark infection, which looked as though it was cracking his skin like concrete.

"It's growing inside me."

Even though Florence had figured it out moments before he said, she still gasped upon seeing his wound. Minho's hand instantly tightened around hers, his eyes flashing with upset.

"I'm not gonna make it."

By now, Aris and Teresa had fallen back a little but the other boys and Florence crowded around a helpless Winston, already in pain for their friend. Frypan's eyes were watering heavily, and Newt's face was scrunched up to avoid crying.

"No, no you are." Florence argued stubbornly. She didn't know how many more losses she could take. "We just need to-"

"Florence." Winston interrupted her, and his tone was enough for a sob to escape her lips. He gave her an accepting glance, his lips in a tight line. "I'm not going to make it."

She shook her head again, but said nothing, as more tears fell from her eyes. Minho squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, blinking away the tears that had formed in his eyes. Florence's mind briefly flickered to the fact she had never seen him cry. Little did she knew that he sobbed after Ben got Banished into the Maze.

"Please, don't let me turn into one of those things." He pleaded, his eyes on his best friend, who looked back at him with a heart broken expression. Frypan didn't move, but something deep within Newt resonated with his words.

He moved, taking the gun from Frypan's hand - who simply just watched speechlessly, and crouched beside Winston. Taking his wrist, he handed him the gun and laid it on his chest, placing his hand over Winston's.

"Wait, Newt-" Thomas went to object, but Florence's warning eyes stopped him.

"Thank you." He said with an exhale, looking on the verge of tears. "Now, get outta here."

Newt lingered for a moment longer, a sombre expression settling on his face. "Goodbye, Winston." He said, before moving from his side again.

He picked up his bag from the ground, turning to begin walking in the desert again. Aris took only a second to join him, not knowing Winston well.

Minho, Florence and Frypan all knelt at his sides, next to say goodbye to him. Frypan was struggling to not sob now, Florence only just keeping her audible cries back to bid farewell to her friend.

Minho was first to move away, with Florence reaching out to squeeze Winston's hand before joining him. She hung back, just long enough for Frypan to catch her up, so she could comfort him. Slipping her hand into his to squeeze it reassuringly, she felt the sting of the tears she was holding back, but kept refraining from letting them flow. 

Her mind only thought of when they might hear that Winston had done it.

It was silent as they all walked. They hadn't discussed which way they were going, but there was nothing more important at the time than keeping quiet for a few moments to honour their friend.

And after a few minutes of walking, they heard the gunshot.