𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃, 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗁𝗈

Chapter 7: The Storm

~Y/n P.O.V.~

I had to look away once he lifted up his shirt. I felt tears come to my eyes, while I buried my face in Minho's shoulder. I felt him start stroking my hair, kissing my head. I had realized what Winston was trying to do...

He was going to kill himself...

So he wouldn't turn...

"I'm not gonna make it." He croaked.

I removed my face from Minho's shoulder, feeling tears come down onto my cheeks. I could feel Minho's eyes on me, but I ignored it and just looked at Winston.

"Please. Please. Don't let me turn into one of those things."

I thought for a moment before grabbing the gun from Frypan and walking towards Winston. I may not understand what it's like, but I understand that he didn't wanna turn. If I was in that situation, I wouldn't either.

"Y/n." I heard Thomas say, but I ignored him.

I looked into Winston's eyes, kneeling down, grabbing his hand and putting the gun in it, putting both his hand and the gun on his chest. The whole time, we kept eye contact.

"Thank you," he said weakly, "Now, get outta here."

My lip quivered a little, feeling more tears wanting to leave my eyes, but I didn't allow them to, "Goodbye Winston." I whispered, before standing up, walking past everyone, grabbing my bag and starting to walk away, feeling everyone's eyes on me.

I heard everyone's footsteps behind me. I was in the front, a blank expression on my face, tears pooling my eyes. We continued walking for a little, until a gunshot ran through the air, making us all stop in our tracks.

Winston was dead.

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~Y/n P.O.V.~

It was later in the evening, already dark out. We were all sitting around a fire, while Aris came back and put some more wood in it. I sat in-between Minho and Teresa. For the rest of the day, I hadn't said a word to anyone. Not even Minho. 

"I thought we were supposed to be immune." Minho broke the silence.

"Not all of us, I guess." Teresa said.

"If Winston can get infected, we should assume so can the rest of us." Newt said.

It was silent between all of us, before Frypan spoke up.

"I never thought I'd say it. I miss the glade." I saw a tear fall onto his cheek, making tears pool my eyes.

I refused to let any fall. I needed to act strong for everyone. It was hard. I mean, first Alby, then Chuck, now Winston. Who's next? Newt? Teresa? Thomas? Fry?

Minho...

God, I don't know what I'd do if it was Minho. I don't think I'd ever get over it. Pretty soon, we all fell into a deep sleep.

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~Y/n P.O.V.~

The sun was out again, and we were back on our feet. Once again, we all took our jackets off, considering the sun was shining down on us, burning our skin, making us dehydrated.

I had ran out of water awhile ago. In the corner of my eye, I saw Minho lift up his water bottle, trying to get any water left, but it was empty. I could see the rage on his face, before he threw the bottle on the ground, continuing on walking.

I couldn't stop my breathing becoming a pant. I could feel my skin was burnt. Just then, my vision started getting blurry, dots everywhere. I stopped in my tracks, somewhat stumbling.