||Welcome to the Glade|| •Minewt•

-Chapter Twenty Nine-

-Newt's POV-

"Gally, Brenda, Sonya, Aris, to the left! Tommy, Minho, Harriet, Frypan, to the right! Winston and I will distract them!" I exclaimed. Where have you all been! Last time we saw you was last chapter which took place five years ago! In those five years, everything changed. A deadly virus came out of nowhere. We call it the flare because it sends signals as obvious as red flares. The veins in your body turn a black-ish green color and a liquid of the same color pools out of your mouth. Your eyes gloss over and you can't think clearly which causes you to attack friends and family. We were some of the few survivors who were located in a safe place that we called the glade. Eventually we got tired of living there and decided to try and find a place as far away from here as we could. Unlucky for us, the place was infested with the infected! We called them cranks. We all decided to change into things that would help us to move faster. Thomas wore a grey long sleeve shirt that was made out of a thin fabric. He also wore some jeans that were surprisingly flexible. He also wore a pair of black running shoes. Minho wore something a little similar. He wore a blue button up short sleeved shirt with beige jeans that were also flexible and a pair of running shoes. Brenda had gotten a pixie cut and wore a grey t-shirt, a brown sweater made of a thin yarn, a red bandana around her neck, blue jeans that were flexible, and running shoes. Gally wore a brown long sleeved shirt and brown jeans that were flexible that matched her shoes. Sonya had her signature braid, a brown t-shirt with one of my grey zip up hoodies, blue flexible jeans, and black running boots. Harriet had pulled her hair back into a cluster of braids, she wore a grey t-shirt with a brown zip up jacket, black flexible jeans, and brown running boots. Aris wore a grey and black stripped zip up hoodie with a white t-shirt on underneath it, he also wore black flexible jeans and grey running shoes. Frypan wore a white t-shirt with a grey zip up hoodie on top, he also wore a pair of brown flexible jeans, and black running shoes. Winston wore a brown long sleeved shirt, blue flexible jeans, and brown running shoes. While they all dressed to be as cool as possibly in the heat, I was dealing with body dysmorphia so I wore a light tan tank-top with flexible light brown jeans that I rolled up to cuff under my knees. I also had a white hoodie tied around my waist. I put on some white running shoes and a brown bracelet that my friend Alby had made me. Alby was taller than me and was a darker complexation which made some people stare, I had met him in a bad part of town and I actually got him out of there. He had a buzz cut and wore a white long sleeved shirt underneath a blue short sleeved jean jacket. He also wore black jeans and white vans. He had passed away from blood loss related to a deep bite from a dog owned by one of my neighbors. The dog was named Griever and sadly, Griever had bitten into Alby's neck and mauled him until Alby passed out and eventually died of the blood loss. I looked at my bracelet as the group split up. Winston and I ran towards where the cranks were and we started to fight them and fend them off until our friends got there to help. After a while, they all arrived and we were able to fend them off completely. We continued to walk when all of a sudden Winston collapsed onto the ground. We all rushed to his aid. I lifted up his shirt and saw that he had been infected. There were two ways of getting infected with the flare virus. Getting bitten by the infected and getting scratched by the infected. Winston had been scratched, a lot! "Newt... please don't let me die to this thing..." Winston begged. I looked at him with sorrow, I then stood up and grabbed the gun from Frypan and sent the to go ahead as I handed Winston the gun. After everyone else in the group had gotten far enough away, Winston put the gun to his temple and pulled the trigger. I grabbed the gun from his limp hand and put it in my pocket. I had his blood splattered on my face and clothes. I walked to catch up with the others holding back tears. It was MY plan that got him killed. I walked slowly behind the others while my head hung down with guilt. We made it farther along the path before we decided to stop for the night.