Gladergirl || Newt x Reader

Chapter 37 - Chaos

[Y/n's pov]
We continued the chaotic run, light shining all the ways, just not on the floor. All shadows and reflections seemed more deadly than they were before. The pain in my leg was horrible, but somehow little fading out, giving me few short moments to run freely. Minho was still holding me up, running with me. I heard another scream, but the voice made me feel like a metal was just thrown on my heart crushing it. Newt screamed. I wanted to turn around, save him, but Minho forced me forwards, not even recognizing my weak attempts to turn in the other way. Fry was leading the way, as he turned to another, smaller hall. I turned my head, seeing both Thomas and Newt running behind. We all ran after Fry, right into the dead end.
,,Fuck!" I yelled out, looking at red door at the end of the hall, that had heavy lock on them. Winston didn't hesitate for a second, grabbing whatever was near, smashing the padlock. We all stood around, as Winston reached up, slamming down the metal thing he was holding, against the padlock, making more and more sounds, but somewhat breaking the lock. All the inhuman screams, yells and shrieks were closer and closer, as Winston shoved the metal thing to Fry, stepping out of the circle, pulling out a gun, aiming it at the hall, as Fry hit the lock again, and again and again.
Screeching the things were making, was slowly getting louder and more ear splitting, as they were getting closer and closer. I stood there, staring at Winston, who stood his ground, with the gun aimed straight at the hall way we ran here with, and cold glance. Without properly realizing, I was shoved back a little, by Newt, who pushed me back with his hand by my waist, standing infront of me as a guard, making me a living shield. I wanted to argue, or fight back, because, surely he can't be my shield forever, more so, I need to protect him as much, as he needs to protect me. The moment they ran out of the door, and into the hall, I let out a small surprised yell, grabbing Newt's hand, that was originally still in front of my body, even tho I already saw them close enough, closer than I would ever want again. Winston hesitated for a second, before he started shooting these things, Fry still smashing the lock.
As they were approaching us, quicker, then I hoped they would, Fry finally cheered on succession with the padlock, kicking the doors open.
,,Run! I will slow them the longest I can, but get ready to block the door from outside once I'm out!" Winston yelled, still shooting. We ran out of there, but something was off, like there was a silence that there was bot supposed to be.
Shortly, Winston was at the door. Right, at that moment, one of those things grabbed him, diving it's nails into his skin and muscles on his stomach. I was first to reach out, grabbing Winston's hand, pulling him away from the door. Shortly after, Minho, Newt and Thomas hurried to help me, while Fry, Aris and Teresa were waiting at the door, to close them right after we pull Winston out.
The creatures were trying to keep Winston at their side of the door, as they dived their nails more and more into Winston's skin. No matter that, we managed to succeed, pulling Winston away from them, everyone else shutting the door, blocking it with whatever they found. Minho and Fry helped Winston up, being his help to stay standing as we moved away from the door away, quickly, but slowed down by Winston's injuries. Thomas was leading the way.
,,We can't go out." I said when I noticed how close we were to the outside world.
,,What do you mean?" asked Thomas.
,,I mean we can't go out there! These creatures whatever they are will most likely try to kill us at sight. We can't see klunk at this moment, that won't be so helpful out there." I explained my thought process, awaiting more arguments from Thomas, or whoever else, getting only understanding and agreeing.
,,You are right. We need some roof at least. Somewhere where we can hide from these, Cranks, I think Jason called them." Thomas said, already looking around for a hiding spot.
,,Is it the trauma or is Thomas somewhat less stubborn?" Minho said to me, watching Thomas with me, spinning around like a carnival carousel.
,,Right?! I was getting ready for some huge argument." I said to Minho, looking at him, before turning back to Thomas, who was now shining into whatever small cracks in the concrete building walls.
,,Over here!" Thomas yelled after a while, waving with his light at us. Minho rushed over to Fry, to help him get Winston up, and carry him towards Thomas, as Winston's stomach looked absolutely terrible. I started after everyone, as they all slowly passed me, making their way towards Thomas.
,,Y/n!" Newt yelled my name, waking me from my half trans, as I slightly shook my head, heading to everyone else. I had to bend my head slightly not to hit the hanging edge of the concrete wall, with huge metal support poles.
,,Well, this sure is cozy." I joked lightly, sitting down next to Winston to look at his injury, and in the better outcome, to be capable to treat his wounds.
,,You're finding the spot next time." Thomas scoffed at me, not even giving me a look. I chuckled a little, rolling my eyes.
,,That was supposed to be a humor, you know, some people can call it coping mechanism." I said, opening my backpack I placed next to Winston's head, looking through every single thing inside it. Taking out even extremely old and stretched hair ties, some more clothes, but no water, no disinfection, no bandages. ,,Instead of acting like a small, offended child, you can help me and find me a bandages and water for Winston."
,,But I am a child!" Thomas snapped at me, locking our looks for the first time since finding the concrete shelter.
,,We all are!" I yelled back, receiving odd looks from my friends. ,,Tom, we all were kids when these absolutely horrible people shoved us into that stupid maze." I lowered my volume, not to yell at my brother, knowing this must be extremely hard for him, loosing Chuck, trying to save us from whoever WICKED was, not knowing what to do now. ,,The thing is, you are trying your best, and we can all see that, but you are not carrying this alone. We are all here, don't be mad at me, for something that happened that we couldn't stop." I finished, not breaking my eye contact with Thomas. He slowly brought up his hand to his nose, wiping it quickly, before mumbling an answer.
,,Alright." that was it, the only words he said to me for the rest of the evening. Not even here you go when he handed me the bandages for Winston, not even good night as we were headed to the sleep. And I know, I will never forget this moment, moment my brother didn't want to even talk to me, but what I know for sure, is the fact, that I will never, ever in my entire life, will hold this against him.