A Lovers Journey (Newt x Reader ~ Sequel to Him)

Chapter 7: Unknown Lights

Late in the night, we searched for shelter once more. Finding it at an abandoned ship, it got cold during the night, so Aris suggested we make a fire. But other than that, no one spoke.

I sat between Newt and Aris, watching the flames dance around gracefully. I wanted to sleep, but sleep isn't coming so easy anymore. After today's events, I wished that all of this had been some bad dream, a nightmare.

"I thought we were supposed to be immune." Minho speaks up, "Not all of us." Teresa answers. Another silence falls upon the group, the thought of others not being immune was heartbreaking. I didn't want to lose anyone else, I know that it would destroy me, destroy all of us.

"If Winston can get infected, we should assume so can the rest of us." Newt adds, and that brings the possibility of not only some of us being at risk to the virus, but all of us.

"I'd never thought I'd say it..." Frypan begins, and I look over to watch a tear streak down his face in the glowing light from the fire. "...I miss the Glade."

Frypan's confession made me realize something, I missed the Glade as well. Despite only being there for about three days, it was my first home. The only place I can remember.

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The night went by quick and Aris has yet to get his revenge. But all we had ahead of us was another day of silent walking, burning in the Scorch, and I'm beginning to wonder if the mountains are physically moving. Constantly teasing us from afar.

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Another uneventful day went by, but now we've reached the driest part of the Scorch. Where the ground was hard and rocky, no longer hot and soft.

The night was cold again, I shouldn't be surprised. We all laid together, assuming that the closer we are the more heated we'll be. It worked, to a point. But eventually, I fell asleep.

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"Hey. Hey!" Someone begins to say, but my mind was slowly waking up that I couldn't comprehend anything. "Newt, get up. Come on, let's go. Frypan, Aris." The voice said again, and my mind finally put the voice to a person, Thomas.

"I see something!" He says again, and I finally choose to open my eyes and slowly stand up. Getting my legs and arms used to the feeling of movement, I scan the dark area to try and find what Thomas sees.

Then across from us, in the distance, are lights.

"Whoa, what is it?" Minho asks groggily, and Thomas seems to be in awe. Constantly pointing out what was right in front of us, "Do you see that? It's lights. Lights!"

"We made it..." Minho realized, and feeling of relief washes over me. We finally made it.

A blaring, crackling sound of thunder booms from behind us. Then suddenly, a streak of lighting comes crashing down only a small distance away, a lightning storm.

"Let's go. We gotta go. Come on!" Thomas ushers us to pick up our bags and start running, none of us could take the risk of getting struck by lightning, it's an instant death.

We ran as fast as we could, literally racing the storm. I occasionally checked my hair to see if it was ever standing up on its own, and each time I was safe. The closer we came to the lights the more I realized how big this building is, but there's been one question lingering in my thoughts ever since Thomas pointed them out. Is this really The Right Arm?

Lightning was striking the ground closer and closer to us, it left an ear-piercing screech and the smell of smoke each time it struck something. I'm honestly surprised that nothing has blown up. Frypan and Newt ran ahead of me, Teresa was to my right and Aris was only a few feet behind us. Thomas and Minho were running together behind all of us, but close enough to where we weren't actually leaving them behind.