Chapter 30-Tragedy

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TW: death

Somehow, we managed to make a makeshift stretcher and Fry and Minho of the boys pulled Winston along. I offered to help but Minho declined, handing the bag to Aris.

I walked with Newt, feeling nauseous in the awkward silence. He hadn't tried to talk to me, probably because he didn't want to upset me. After a while, I reached over and slipped my hand into his. He looked at me, surprised.

"I'm sorry about earlier, I didn't mean to snap at you." I rubbed my thumb along his skin.

"It's okay, love." Newt smiled at me and I managed one before I looked back at Winston. "What's going on?"

"Nothing," I lied again. "I'm just worried about him."

"Why are you keeping so many secrets?" he asked, starting to pull away but I tightened my hand.

"I think I know who found us last night," I said instead of the truth and handed him the piece of paper to read. I waited until he finished before I continued. "He's a Corrupt, though I don't remember what that means."

"Janson—"

"Ratman," I corrected.

"Ratman said that the Cranks or Corrupt would kill us," Newt said. "You don't wanna go look for him? He did help us. Maybe the Corrupt aren't so bad."

I slipped the paper back into my pocket. "I don't remember but I don't think we want to go there. I'm fairly sure we're still in the United States. By that logic, Mexico City is south, deeper in the Scorch. We'd be idiots to go."

Newt hummed in agreement. "What I don't get is why he didn't just wake you up to have a chat."

I snorted. "I don't think he just wants a chat."

"What do you think he wants?" Newt asked, tugging at my hand. "He can't have you."

"I'm not sure," I said, squeezing his hand. "But he definitely can't have me since you already do."

Newt flashed me one of his gorgeous smiles. The ones that stopped time and never failed to make my heart skip.

"I saw my family again in my dreams," I said after we had fallen back into silence.

Newt glanced at me, his hand tightening around mine.

"Alex and Vince too. We all lived together in this lovely seaside house. Their faces weren't even blurry," I told him before the smile dropped from my mouth. "I saw my parents bodies."

"Y/n..." Newt said softly.

"I'm okay," I said before he could ask. "I just wasn't prepared to see them."

Hours later, the wind picked up again, blowing sand into our faces. I pulled my jacket over my face, copying the others.

"We gotta find shelter!" Thomas yelled over the wind.

We found a broken bit of concrete to rest behind until the storm passed. We took the chance to rest and drink water.

Teresa watched Winston, grimacing at the rattle in his breath.

The sandstorm took an hour to pass before the glaring sunlight returned.

Thomas stood up, going to see how far to go on the now clear horizon. Teresa joined him after a moment.

I leaned against the concrete and groaned, catching Newt's attention.

"You okay, love?"

"It's so hot I could just burn to death right here and now," I complained and wiped the sweat from my forehead with my sleeve. My jacket was already gone, discarded uselessly on the ground beside me.

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