ᵒⁿᵉ 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐎𝐖𝐍 ⁿᵉʷᵗᵐᵃˢ (ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉᵈ)

Shock To The System

A/N: Hello! This isn't important, so if you just want to get to the story, go ahead. So, I got three foster kittens and I somehow managed to convince my family to name them Brenda, Blake and Ben! So, yay! Thank you so much for reading, you guys, girls and people! Love you all, xx.

NEWT POV

"I thought we were supposed to be immune?" I say, a note of anxiety in my voice. 

"Not all of us, I guess." Thomas says. My heart starts beating about 10 times faster. "If Winston can get infected, we should assume so can the rest of us."

I grab Thomas's hand sharply.

"I never thought I'd say it," Frypan says, "But I miss the Glade."

I wake the next night by Thomas shaking me. I groan.

"Tommy, what is it?" I ask. 

"Newt, get up." He says. "Come on, let's go."

"Mmm." I say, sitting up. "But Tommy, I'm tired."

"Newt, I don't care." He says harshly. "We have to go."

"Mmph." I complain. 

He rolls his eyes, his expression softer this time. "I'm sorry, alright, but seriously, get up."

I stand, swaying slightly. Then I see why Thomas made us get up. Lights. Then I hear a horribly loud crack of thunder, making me fall over in surprise.

"Oh, shit." He says. "We gotta go."

We start to run towards the lights, sprinting as fast as we can, lightning crackling behind us. Thomas's hand finds mine in the early morning light and I smile despite the severity of what was happening.

We sprint towards a immense building. Lightning hits the ground rapidly. Then, a massive boom makes me fall to the ground. I scramble to my feet and I see Minho laying on the ground.

"Shit." I mutter.

We carry Minho the rest of the way inside the building.

"Anyone have a light?" Thomas asks hurriedly.

I flick on a flashlight I found with those monsters.

"Come on, Minho." Thomas whispers. "Come on, man."

Minho stirs.

"There he is. Here you are." Thomas sighs in relief. "Are you okay?"

"What happened?" Minho groans. 

"I think you got struck by lightning." I say.

"Cool." Minho says as we help him up.

"What's that smell?" Teresa asks. 

Then, one of the monsters lunges at us but it's...stopped? I look around and there are dozens of them, all chained up. Then, I see a woman walk out.

"I see you've met our guard dogs." She says, laughing slightly.

I step forward, an inexplicable rush of anger towards her flooding my body. Then, I feel Thomas's hand on my shoulder.

"It's alright." He whispers. 

"You guys look like shit." She says. "Come on, follow me." We don't move. "Unless you'd rather say here with them."

I reluctantly drag my feet forward. 

"Come on, keep up. Jorge wants to meet you." The mystery woman says.

"Who's Jorge?" Thomas asks, slipping his hand into mine.