ᵒⁿᵉ 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐎𝐖𝐍 ⁿᵉʷᵗᵐᵃˢ (ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉᵈ)

The Distance

NEWT POV

"You want us to go in there? I don't wanna come across as too negative, but if I was a Crank, that's exactly where I would be." I tell Thomas, peering into the tunnel.

"I don't think we have much of a choice." Thomas sighs 

I nod. "All right. I get shotgun." I say, heading back to the car. 

"Well, here we go." I say once we're in the cave. "Yeah, just take it nice and slow." 

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Thomas shouts upon seeing a Crank. 

"It's okay. It's just one, so take it slow, go around him." I tell him, unsure of my words. I reach into the back seat and squeeze Thomas's hand. "We'll be fine."

He nods but doesn't let go of my hand. Then, a Crank slams against Thomas's window and he drops my hand in surprise. 

"AH!" He yells. 

"Please. Help me. Please. Please! Let me in." The woman, the Crank, says. "Please, open the door!"

"Floor it, Fry!" Thomas cries as another Crank presses against my window too. 

We drive until-

"WATCH OUT!" Thomas shouts but we careen and land on the back of the car. 

Thomas gets out. "Cover your eyes!" He says and kicks a window. He comes over to help me out. "Newt, you alright?" he asks me. 

I nod but as if on cue, pain zaps through my arm. "AH!" I cry involuntarily. 

"Hey, are you sure you're alright?" He asks, eyeing me as I clutch my arm. 

"I'm fine, Tommy." I insist. 

Fry scrambles out of the car and stands next to us.

"Frypan, I think we gotta move." I say. 

But he runs back to the car.

"Now!" Thomas shouts. 

"Wait a minute!" He says. 

"Right now!" I cry. "Fry, now! "

"Come on, what are you doing?" Thomas asks as a Crank nears us. "We gotta move! Come on! - Come on!" 

"Hold on!" Fry calls. 

"Frypan we gotta go!" I shout. "Come on!"  

Fry comes out of the car right before the Crank reaches us and shoots it.

"Nice shot, Fry." I say, chuckling. 

"Thanks." 

"Okay. We gotta go." Thomas says. He grabs my hand.  "Go, go! Fry, come on, let's go!" Fry shoots the Cranks as we run. 

We run but another crowd of Cranks reaches us.

"Shit." I mutter.

Thomas puts an arm around my shoulder and I put mine around his waist.

"There's not really a way out of this is there?" Fry asks. 

Then, Jorge and Brenda crash through the Cranks.

"GET IN!" She shouts. 

We clamber into the car. I rest my head on Thomas's shoulder, breathing hard. 

"Well." I say. "We lived." 

Brenda laughs and Thomas's kisses my head. 

"I'm impressed! You guys almost lasted a whole day." Brenda says sarcastically.