Whirlpool | The Scortch Trials- Newt

Fandom Talks And Puppy Dog Eyes

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

[can we just pretend that they are Newt and Adelaide?]

ADELAIDE

When we had reached the camp, the tall, and flickering temporary streetlights kind of things had been switched on. The camp is built on the plain land among the mountains. The weather is still, and not at all surprisingly, warm and sweaty, but the breeze blowing through us gives me a lot of relief.

We stop at the top of the hill, it's grassy grounds, littered with crates and old tires. I look down at the plain land among the mountains and with the help of the temporary light, find numerous tents set up and people of all sizes and colors, milling around. I scan for the youngest brunet, hoping to see her as soon as possible.

God, I miss Bea.

Sonya stands beside me, her silver eyes widened with awe. Aspen gives a whistle if admiration.

"Cool, isn't it?" Minho smirks at us. All the girls nod.

Thomas and Frypan start walking down the hill and we follow the boys. My eyes flicker back and forth as I take everything in.

Most of the people don't even spare a second glance at us, which is surprising, since arrival of new people should have stirred some whispers around.

Maybe they are accustomed to new people coming to join them.

"Ally!" A shrill scream makes me whirl back and find young brunet running towards me, her hands outstretched and a big grin on her face.

I open my arms out for her. I scoop Bea in my arms and hold her tightly against me. Her arms wrap around my neck as she buries her face on my shoulder, her words, inaudible against my shoulder.

I signal the group to on ahead without me. They all leave me and Bea alone.

"You had to go and put yourself in trouble, right?" her muffled voice reaches my ears. We pull back and she steps away from her, her amber eyes, glaring at me. "You had to be this self-sacrificing, do good, soul, hadn't you?"

"I came back." I reply, not wanting to dive into the topic for the third time in the day.

"Yeah, and we got mauled by the Cranks and almost got killed." her gaze flickers down. "One of us did."

My heart drops at the mention of Winston. Newt had told me about him. He had told me what he had to do, and how for quite a while, most of the squad was angry with him for giving him the gun.

Basically urging to kill himself.

I don't blame Newt. He did exactly what anyone with sober mind would have. No one would like to live as a Crank. My daddy didn't. Same with my mommy and for a while, when I thought that the Flare had been the reasons for my hallucinations and episodes.