Glade Girly | Minho x Reader

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Y/n's POV
We had followed this new girl into an old mall and it seemed like everything fell apart. We were scared and we all wanted someone to blame.

"Well we followed you out here and now your saying you have NO idea where we're going and what we're doing!?" Newt screeched at Thomas his voice cracking slightly.

It was strange to see Newt yell and I backed closer to Minho without thinking and took his hand. Thomas didn't look too proud either as Newt stared at him for an answer.

"Janson said something about people hiding in the mountains. Some kind of resistance." Aris spoke up.

"Yeah" Thomas confirmed "The uhh The Right Arm."

"People in the mountains...... Mountain People- that's your plan!?" Newt stared at him with blank shock etched into his face.

"If they're really against WICKED they'll help." Thomas tried convincing Newt. In this moment they looked like an old married couple bickering over what sugar to put in the tea.

"Well what other choice do we have" I sighed the question being rhetorical as it was obvious we had to do something. No one had any other suggestions so to the mountains it was.

Minho pulled out a flashlight from the backpack he had stolen and swept the beam of light around the place. That's when we noticed Winston kneeling on the ground.

"Hey Minho give me some light." He waved us over to show us what he had found.

We all looked over Winston's boney shoulders to see footprints in the sand. "That's creepy." I said quietly like I might disturb whatever made those tracks.

"Let's spread out and try and find supplies, we'll leave in the morning." Thomas said.

The first door we pulled open we found enough flashlights for all of us so we decided to split up and meet back there in half an hour. Newt went with Fry, Winston went with Jack, Jules, Aris and the new girl Teresa went together while I went with Minho and Thomas.

"So what exactly are we looking for?" I asked lifting a crate off of a locked box.

"Survivors, anyone that can help basically." Thomas shrugged.

"Does he count?" Minho asked dimly, flashing his light onto a chair but when we got closer we saw that the chair had a dead man strapped down onto it. His mouth hung wide behind the bag that had been slung over his head. He looked like he was in the early stages of decaying but it didn't make it any less scary.
I grabbed Minho's hand and pulled him away. Together we walked through the mall trying to find a power source.

"This looks promising." He said kneeling down beside a big black generator with switches running up and down it's sides.

"Good job Min" I whisper in his ear giving him a quick peck on the cheek. Minho smiled and I could see a blush start to form on his cheeks. Gosh I had missed this boy.

Minho fiddled with a few of the dials and the box started to hum vibrating the ground slightly.

"Wait Minho don't!" Thomas called but it was to late all the lights flickered on.

A loud screech came from behind Thomas and he jumped towards us away from the lady behind the fence. She had crazy hair and no eyes.

"What is that thing?!" I call. I could feel my heart pounding and like I had offended it another one roared behind us.

"Quick we gotta go!" Minho grabbed my hand and we all ran for the door.

The more corners we turned the more of these inhuman creatures gathered to chase us. They screeched and growled all of their footsteps matching up to create a beat. These must be the cranks Janson was so sure would kill us.

As the others came into view we yelled at them to start running. Jules chucked me a backpack she had put together for me and we all climbed the stairs.

A crank caught Frypan's bag but Jack wrenched it off and sent it toppling over the edge of the stair well. I saw it all in slow motion as Jack lost his balance and swung over the edge holding tightly onto the railing.

"FRYPAN!" He called
And Fry leapt for him but so did one of the things and it got there first latching on and pulling Jack to his death.

"JACK! No" Frypan cried.

"Fry we have to keep going" I said softly pulling on his shoulder.

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Author note
It's been a hot minute since I've updated sorry guys.