Twisted

Chapter 13: The Crank

Gally

It had been about three months since Zayn and Sophie picked him up. He had learned the names of The Resistance members at this warehouse, he had earned his place. It helped that Zayn vouched for him, insisting Gally come with him and Sophie on missions. Insisting Gally be his number two.

There were no real ranks in The Resistance, but Zayn seemed to be pretty high in the peeking order, even though he was young, he was maybe 21, 22 at most. So when he said Gally came or that the group listened to Gally they did without question. Gally took the leadership roll with ease.

"You seem to know how to lead a group of guys." Sophie said as they were packing up the truck for another humanitarian mission into Crank city.

"Why do you always sound so surprised, Soph? I was a Keeper back in the Glade." He rolled his eyes, but added "Keeper was a leader," at seeing her scrunched face.

Her face made an "oh" and then grinned and shrugged.

"I was one of the originals sent up. I was a Keeper and on the council."

"Yeah...but that doesn't count!"

He slowly turned to look at her and raised an eyebrow, his face impassive.

"How does that not count?" He asked quietly.

She threw her hands in the air and huffed.

"I don't know. Seems more like a boy scout club!"

"Boy scout? And yeah sure a club to survive! We built a system from the ground up. I've seen more bloody and grousum death in my first month there then I've been here. And we've shot cranks point blank."

"Yeah but-"

"No. Sophie, I like you, but sometimes that mouth runs wild. You gotta stop talking about things you don't understand alright? Stop making light of the horrible shit I had to go through for three years."

She just closed her mouth, her blue eyes looking up at him. She blinked a few times and then sighed.

"You're right. I'm sorry Gally. But...you do make a good leader."

She laid her hand on Gally's arm, and smiled up at him for a second before turning away to grab another bag of food and blankets. Gally was very aware of where her hand had just been. He shook his head, running a hand through his long hair. He scolded himself. Charlie had only been gone three months. He still had issues he was working on. No. He was going to focus on him, and his own issues.

They loaded the truck and Zayn spun some keys around his finger and then tossed them to Gally.

"You drive."

Zayn had been teaching him how to drive. Yet again, something Gally had no idea about. Having your memory erased and then being stuck inside WICKED and a maze... sometimes made you feel like a toddler discovering the outside world again. The last three months had been eye opening for sure. His first trip into Crank city sent him reeling. He was one of the few immunes in The Resistance, so they usually had the jobs of close interaction with the more Gone Cranks.

Today however, was supposed to be a straight forward humanitarian mission. Find out some information, pick up some supplies and hand out and help the struggling families where they could.

Their group piled out of the truck, each grabbing one gun, throwing the strap over their shoulders and starting to set up. The morning went as usual. Handing out clothes and blankets. They helped hand out bowls of soup to those who were struggling to find food. Gally felt awful there wasn't anything more they could really do. They didn't have a lot of financial means or aid from any of the ruling governments...which was WICKED; they took what they wanted and discarding the rest of the world, leaving it in ruin and chaos. It was a fend for yourself, dog eat dog world, survival of the fittest.