The Safe Haven (A Newt Fanfiction)

Chapter 2

When he resurfaced into consciousness, he felt the bright morning sun over his closed eyelids. He groaned again and tried to open his eyes. What he saw surprised him. The girl looking worredly over at him, the boy eating a gronala bar.

         "Hey he's awake," she said to the boy.

        "Hurray," he said without enthusiasm. She rolled her eyes at him and came over to Newt.

        "Hi," she said gently. "I'm Alex and that's Dylan," she said pointing at the boy. "We want to help you. Can you talk?"

Newt groaned in response.

        "Okay... how about one blink yes, two for no?"

He blinked once

She breathed a sigh of relief.

The boy, Dylan, came over. "Looks pretty bad," he said.

Alex rolled her eyes again. "You would too if you got shot. And we should probably take a look at that."

        "Do whatever you want but I'm going to find some way to carry him more easily." She nodded and he walked off.

She turned her attention back to Newt. "Don't mind him. He just wants to get out of the city. Let;s look at that shoulder." She looked down at his blood soaked shirt. She cut it open, claiming that Dylan had an extra one with him. She obviously had no idea what to do so she got a towel and some water and started to wach the blood from his skin.

She was trying to be gentle but was also trying to hurry since there were still Cranks about so it ended up hurting alot. 

Dylan came back a little while later with two poles and come sheets and began to fasten them into a stretcher. 

Great, they really were going to bring him with them.

As they worked and Newt laid there, he could hear strange souns coming from the middle of the city. Insane Crank laughter, a human scream, an impossibly high pitched scream.

Dylan looked more and more nervous with every passing minute but he didn't say anything. Newt used this time to study them both closely.

Alex had long, brown and very straight hair. She appeared to be about fifteen and about average height for her age. Her eyes were an intense brown to match her hair. Her coffee colored skin was full of scratches.

Dylan was much different. He had long, shaggy, jet black hair and icy blue eyes. He looked to be about seventeen and was quite tall. His fair skin was also scratched up.

Finally,after about an hour, Dylan stood up. "Okay that's long enough. We have to go."

        "Fine. Do you have a plan?" Alex said.

Dylan raised his make-shift stretcher in responce. "We can use this to carry him.

She nodded.

Newt was hardly conscious at this point so when they tried to move him onto the stretcher, he blacked out.

A/N

Hey guys. Hope your doing well.  Sorry for the abrupt ending. Just wanted to say that Dylan's name has nothing to do with the lovely and talented Dylan O'Brien. I just like the name. Anyway, vote and comment please!

Stay Magnificent! -StM