Zombie chaos reigns,
Wicked plans and crispy fries,
I'm just here for snacks.
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Y/N's P.O.V
Soon enough, the gunshots faded, and the guards retreated into the safety of the buildings they'd come from. Together, Newt, Thomas, Minho, Frypan, Winston, Aris, Teresa and I staggered into a building, careful not to cut ourselves on the sharp glass edging the windows like a malevolent lace. A wave of respite hit me like a wave as soon as I stepped out of the icy air and dust.
Minho and I pulled out a flashlight from the bags of supplies we'd grabbed while running. Flashing them around, we saw only sand and debris. Thomas, without hesitating, moved on, muttering under his breath, but Teresa cut in.
"Thomas. Wh-what's going on? Why are we here?" Teresa's trembling voice reminded us that neither she nor Aris knew what was going on.
Thomas looked at her, and the look in his eyes told me that there was...something going on between them. "It was WICKED. We never escaped. They lied to us. They were draining the other kids of something in their bodies. It's as though there's something in our blood that they want. Anyhow, it was never a rescue. It was just WICKED playing with our minds again." he whispered.
"What's the bloody plan, then?" Newt asked, his voice cutting through the thick air like a knife through the butter.
Thomas and I exchanged a glance. His expression screamed for help, and I was sure mine did, too.
Minho, reading our faces, said "There isn't a plan is there? We escaped and we don't have a plan, so basically what you want us to do is wander around the desert with no food or water, and no destination in mind? Is that the shucking plan? "
Aris saved our sorry asses. Speaking in his quiet but determined voice, he said, "When they were doing the check-ups on me, I heard Janson talking about a rebel group, the Right Arm. Apparently, a couple of months ago they stormed the WICKED compounds and took a couple of immune kids. Based on what he said, they're somewhere in the mountains. Maybe, maybe if we found them, they'd keep us safe."
"People. In the mountains. Mountain people. That's the plan?" Newt asked, his tone slightly harsh.
"Well, it is kinda hard to come up with a plan when you're running away from a psychotic organization that wants to suck your brain fluids out and kill you and your friends and then discovering that someone you thought was dead is actually alive and there are a whole lotta guns. So, yes, to save your asses we ran away from WICKED without a solid plan because I didn't want you to die, like literally everyone else I knew!" my outburst seemed to have taken everyone aback, and the silence that followed it hung in the air ominously. I glanced over, finding an apologetic look in Newt's tawny eyes.
"Hey, look at this," Winston exclaimed from his crouched position. He gestured vaguely at the footprints in the sand and dust on the floor.
I got down onto my knees, getting a closer look at the marks. "They're fresh," I said. "Someone has been down here recently. A lot of someones, from the look of it."
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Through The Gates Of Hell
Fanfiction"I don't care. You're not going in by yourself." "But-" "No buts." He stepped closer to me, leaving the small space of a few centimeters between us. "I'm going to stay with you no matter what. I'll walk with you through the gate of hell, if I have...
