"Complete strangers had sacrificed themselves so that I, the Immune, reach a safe place where my boon could be used to save the humanity. All WICKED wants is to help people survive. So, if we can save millions, shouldn't we? Is it too much to ask?"
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ADELAIDE
I feel like my whole world had crushed down on me that very moment. A great sense of weariness sweeps over me sucking my energy with it but as always, I try not to show it to anyone. Newt- the person who had promised me to love me unconditionally for ever, don't want me anymore.
I keep wiping my tears furiously, but can't. They won't just stop. Pulling of my signature stone faced façade, I force myself to keep breathing, and not let the tears out anymore.
Newt's words repeat itself in my head in a loop, each word striking me as a hard lash.
I am barely keeping myself together.
"Here we go." Frypan murmurs as he drives the car into the dark tunnel. I lean down and pick up my bag near my feet and take out the crossbow. I check my gun in my holster and Chinese daggers tucked somewhere in my boots.
Even with a fluorescent lights that lines up along the tunnel walls, that are surprisingly still working, but barely, our car's headlights only lit for a couple of feet. Thomas and Newt at the backseat scan their surroundings with the handheld halogen light.
"Just take it nice and slow." Newt mutters.
"Whoa! Whoa!" Thomas gasps as Frypan slows the car to a stop. Headlights from the car rests on a lone figure standing in the middle of our way.
Obviously a Crank.
"It's okay, he's just one, it'll be okay. Just slowly go around him." Thomas leans forward towards, his hand resting on the edge of the seat in front of him.
Not at all looking one percent sure, Frypan still abides by, slowly putting the vehicle to the drive.
At the some time, Thomas yelps, jumping back onto Newt. A ghostly face appears on the side of his window, a sickly face of a woman.
"Please, help me....Help...me..." she begins slapping on the window and jerking the handle, her horrified eyes looking down the tunnel.
"Drive, drive, drive, drive." I repeatedly hit Frypan, snapping him out of his stupor, my eyes never leaving the woman's, my finger on the trigger of my crossbow.
I feel someone's burning gaze on me and my eyes shift from the woman to my own window. A gruesome face peers at me. Startled, I let out a loud scream and instinctively, my finger presses hard on my crossbow. The arrow shoots from the crossbow and hits the Crank on his head, making a small hole on the window.
We are all surrounded by Cranks all around us, at various levels of insanity, all wanting to be let in.
