to love too late

chapter 39 || we're not gonna make it

All of us stood, our mouths hung slightly open. This wasn't supposed to happen. Bombs weren't supposed to go off until we all made it out of the city safely.

Gally was the first to speak. "They're supposed to take out Wicked, not the whole damn city" 

We all turned to face him. Lawrence didn't care... He was going to kill everyone in this whole city. Even if not everyone was apart of Wicked.

"Gally, come on" Thomas said to the boy, who still stood staring at the explosion. 

Thomas was right. We needed to get going. Every minute and every second, Newts body was deteriorating. We didn't know how long he could last. I just hoped and prayed we would make it to Brenda in time.

We followed Gally through the city, crouching down as we walked to not gain attraction from Wicked Guards. Even though part of their city was just blown up into shambles, they still circled around, looking for something. For us.

"Tunnels are up ahead" Gally reassured us.

We stopped behind a large cement box, all of us hiding behind it. A large group of Guards were very close by, all of their sirens wailing on and off. 

Newt began coughing next to me, as he grabbed onto my hand, holding it like it was the last time. It felt like every time we stopped, his coughing would get worse.

All the Guards were shouting, walking close by, but had their shields and guns raised at something. But none of us could see.

"What are they waiting for?" Minho asked.

A large explosion hit across the street from us, signaling to us what the Guards were preparing for.

A large amount of screams. No, battle cries, were heard as a stampede of people began running towards the guards and the newly destructed building. My eyes went wide at the sight. Another explosion hit, making me hide back behind the concrete.

It was like war. Guns were being shot. Explosions were blasting. Screams and yells were heard from both sides.

"Stay down!" Thomas yelled to us all as a bullet knocked into the cement right above my head, breaking the stone.

We now lay on the floor as the fighting was going on, all of us praying that we wouldn't get hit. We heard an explosion hit a vehicle, making a mans body fly right infront of my face. Horror plastered all throughout my face as I saw the mans face smushed in.

"We gotta go. We gotta go now" Gally commanded.

I nodded, getting ready to hoist Newt upwards, but Thomas and Minho had beaten me to it. I followed after the group, staying in the back incase anyone tried to shoot at them. Gally lead the way in the front.

I'm surprised my ears continued to work. After all the explosions, I expected to go deaf.

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We all rammed our way into a ruined building, all of us gasping for air from the ashes and smoke that the flames gave off.

Minho and Gally placed Newt on the ground as Thomas grabbed ahold of his walkie-talkie.

"Brenda you there?" He screamed into it.

"Thomas I'm here" I heard her say, though her voice was static.

"W-We're not going to make it" Thomas breathed out through pants of air. 

I hated this. I hated it all. My bestfriend, who I liked was dying and I couldn't do anything about it. And now, all of us would probably be dying in this horrible city aswell.