Atomic [Newt || Maze Runner]

[Chapter 13] ✙ All that was Lost

[Chapter 13] ✙ All that was Lost

One of the helicopters dipped down low, launching a medium-sized missile that collided with one of the many supply tents on the outskirts of the camp. Upon impact, it immediately went up in flames as a mushroom-shaped cloud began to rise and expand through the cold night air.

Eden felt a strong gust of heat wash over her like a tidal wave, though her feet remained firmly planted to the ground, as did her eyes as they were fixated on the burning tent straight ahead.

People were screaming, frantically directing the able-bodied towards the firearm stash while those who already had a weapon in-hand did all they could to fight back against the incoming invaders. Mary had since vanished from her side in the chaos, presumably off to help the injured people who were struggling to evacuate the premises.

Eden wanted to help. She tried to move her body and join the fight, but for some reason, her limbs seemed so far-detached at the moment. She found herself unable to look away, merely staring ahead at the rising flames that threatened to engulf her whole.

She flinched, a sudden image darting across her mind.

A burning building.

But it didn't just stop there. Like a flickering projection screen, various other senses kept triggering in her nerves, one after another.

Hasty footsteps.

"Ah...!"

A hand that held a firm grip onto hers.

"Ah...! Ah!"

A jumbled voice that told her to hurry.

It felt as if something was struggling to break out of her skull, thrashing against every being of her soul as it attempted to gain control of her limbs. She buried her head in her hands, trying her best to suppress the throbbing pain as the visions quickly overwhelmed her. Her body instinctively snapped forward as her lips parted, about to let out a guttural scream when-

"Eden!"

Someone's voice rang out from her chaotic surroundings.

Accompanied by a set of heavy footsteps, a hand latched firmly onto Eden's wrist, yanking it away from her head as she met Harriet's intense stare with a dazed one of her own.

Just like that, the cloud of mist that previously muddled her mind vanished along with the pain, leaving nothing but that same empty void behind in its wake. The visions disappeared, as did the stranger's repeated urges.

Eden blinked.

Despite the burning fires surrounding her, she somehow still felt a soft breeze brush against her cheek. It was if someone had purposefully covered her eyes, shielding her from those vivid images as she soon found herself unable to even recall what she had seen.