I'm not Stiles anymore. I'm Thomas. Maze Runner X Teen Wolf

Part 42

Scott POV

We stand there staring at the cranks who are surrounding our only way out of here. 

"Where did they all come from?" Isaac whispers from where he's standing beside me. He's leaning against the wall  and his shoulder brushes mine when he moves to look over at the cranks.

 "They were probably hiding inside the houses until it got dark out, something must have drawn them out." Brenda whispers, she's still gripping her gun in her right hand while she holds onto Gally's arm, he looks like he wants to run straight towards the cranks even though it's a death wish.

  Gally swears and shakes his head. "There's no sign of Newt anywhere, where is he?"

 I bite the inside of my cheek while looking at the cranks. Maybe Newt got out? But what noise could have drawn them to our vehicles? Or maybe Newt didn't make it out at all. The thought enters my mind and won't go away. The fact that the cranks could have snuck up on Newt while he sat there alone waiting for us all to come back. 

What about his concussion? That could have affected how he moved or how fast he was able to get away.

 I scan the area another time looking for any sign of the blonde but I don't see any.  Malia growls and her claws come out, "We need to get them away from our supplies before they destroy everything."

 She takes a step out into the open and I grab her arm pulling her back. She turns her head and looks at me with an eyebrow raised. "Let go."

 I shake my head.  "Are you crazy?" Malia shrugs, "Probably, get ready to run." She yanks her arm out of my grasp and runs into the middle of the street. 

Liam looks back from Malia to me a couple times with his mouth open. "Scott what do we do?" I shrug, "Hope the cranks don't notice her I guess." Liam nods but he doesn't look very happy. 

The cranks don't notice her at first and they continue shuffling around the vehicles, mindlessly walking around.

 "Your friend is going to get us all killed," Jorge mutters while peering around the corner.

 I silently agree with her, maybe Malia's more like her father than I thought. Both of them are impulsive idiots some of the time, or in Peter's case all of the time. 

"HEY!" Malia yells. "Dammit, Malia." Lydia mumbles as the cranks turn in Malias direction. 

Malia takes off running and when I look around the corner again the cranks are running right at her, and right at us.

 "Shit, run everyone run!" Vince yells already taking off down the street. I run after Vince along with some of the others. I'm not sure who's following me and who took off after Malia.

 I'm pretty sure that Liam and Gally went after Malia but I can't tell for certain. 

Instead I focus on Vince whose still running up ahead of me, Jorge's running beside him and both of them are faster than me and whoever is behind me. 

Faster than a werewolf, exactly like Thomas and Minho. What the hell did WICKED do to these people? 

 I look behind me for a split second and I see at least 15 cranks chasing us. I can see Isaac, Brenda and Kira still behind me but there's no sign of anyone else. 

Hopefully the others are with Malia and no ones gotten caught by the cranks.  

 "We gotta split up, separate the cranks so they're easier to deal with," Jorge yells from up ahead.