A Race Against Time! (ThomasxNewt) - Completed!

Chapter 21

Nicholas Stratton knew one thing, he held deep regret for walking away from those who he saw as a family, something he had drilled into himself that he would never have and yet there he was enjoying it. But all good things came to an end, he followed his instincts, his old crew would take the gladers to the safe haven and he would end up back in the destroyed world hunting down the survivors amongst wckd and niro while repeating the process. It took him three long hours to regroup back at the Skrill’s camp where his radio and many belongings sat, he smiled at several of the skrills including Tark. He knew it would take a day before an old friend of his would radio in and confirm the gladers arrival. 

Yawning he found himself lying down beside the campfire where he tried to keep himself warm, pain spread through his body as he curled up watching the flames dance in front of him. A rumbling behind him alerted him to several skrills, some of them curled around him and the fire. One of the main ones or more in particular the alpha of the skrill group wrapped their whole body around him and guided him to lean back into the chest of the alpha. 

“Your such a softie Tark” 

He received a deep grumble from the alpha before his eyes closed and the paw tightened on his chest as he fell into the world of nightmares allowing his body to relax for a bit. Sadly he wasn’t asleep long enough due to the insane beeping on the radio which was hurting his ears. 

“Nicholas, something is wrong. The latest shipment of your so-called survivors never arrived. We believe that we have been double-crossed. It’s been confirmed that…” 

Nick only frowned tapping into the radio while connecting it to a video call where a serious older female stared directly at the screen. She was much older than Nick but had bleach blond hair with silver strands amongst it. Her expression, nothing but serious like she had been raised in the military, was much as true as her attitude towards the armies left in the world that wckd destroyed.

“Nicholas, are you even listening to me?” 

“Yes, I’m listening. Do we know who?” Nick tried not to wince, he was thankful for his hood and sunglasses. Although the woman on the other side knew him personally, those beside the clear leader on the screen stood in guard positions. 

“We think wckd, it makes sense. You did take their trackers off them didn’t you…Nick? Nick, are you there?...Nicholas, answer me…” 

Except that Nick couldn't, he had collapsed to his knee holding his head in agony as he received a call from afar. He leaned further into Tark who pressed against his side. 

“DADDY! HELP! SMOKEY! PAPA DOWN!” 

The distant cry from his daughter had him snapping out of his pain and looking straight at the camera.

“Wckd has your son. Newt is in danger and…” 

“I understand, Nick, meet me at the bridge. We have a compound to burn to the ground. See you two hours” 

Nick could only nod as his feed cut off, he turned to the alpha of the Skrill pack who looked down at the one who kept them safe, their protector. 

“Tark, I need your help one last time” 

Tark could only nod, kneeling down and allowing the pure blood of the Skrills to climb aboard. 

“I’m coming Terry, Dizzy. Just hold on” 

Those were his last words as he grabbed his rifle and mask before allowing Tark to let out a roar before the Skrills took off, well part of them as the young and others remained behind. A smile landed on his face as the moon lit up the dark skies which created a blanket of darkness, one that the Skrills became the predators in. Nothing would stop them, not until their family was safe.