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the infected are introduced (fully) in this chap, meaning that it will get descriptive ~
Frypan gently flicked a lamp on, the white light creating a dim glow throughout the store. Newt blew dust off flashlights, grabbing one and passing one to the boy beside him. (Y/n) caught it with ease, his ears twitching for any suspicious noise.
Though, his concentration was broken when Teresa flinched at the bright light from a hand light. He chuckled, passing her figure to stand by Minho. He didn't notice Teresa tensing her body as he passed.
"Looks like people lived here," Minho turned his head to (Y/n). His hand shaking a dust covered sleeping bag.
Their shadows poured in front of them as Newt shined his torch onto their bodies. "Where are they now?" (Y/n) grazed his arm with Newt's, trying to comfort himself and the boy.
"Let's pack some stuff up. Anything you think you might need," Thomas told. A jacket being placed around his shoulders. He gestured to Minho and (Y/n) to follow him, "We'll split up, see what else we can find."
(Y/n) grumbled, glancing back at Newt. Seeing the approving nod, he sniffled. His hand picking up a bag and following after the two.
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The three found themselves in a campsite within the Mall. Tents were set up everywhere, lights too. Light generators stood tall near Thomas and Minho. (Y/n)'s squeezed the handle of the torch as his eyes settled onto a dark corridor. Thoughts started to plague his mind. Everything happening at the compound hitting him like a truck.
How did he know that he had to shoot in the neck? How did he even murder that many people? Why wasn't his heart crushing him with guilt? He took a human life, multiple lives. Was he monster for not feeling guilt? For not caring about the lives he took? Was he safe to be around? To talk to? What happens if Newt--
"Earth to (Y/n)?" Minho's voice snapped him away from the overloading thoughts. (Colour) eyes blinked and switched to the Runner's body. Minho and Thomas was standing a metre or two by the generators.
"YeAH! Ahem- yeah, I'm good. Just making sure there aren't any... uh... dangerous things!" (Y/n) had a hand on his hip as he awkwardly turned his torso, giving the two a wobbly smile. They shared a glance, obviously not believing the older boy.
"Really?" Minho asked, an eyebrow raising. (Y/n) cleared his throat, nodding. He didn't need to bother Minho and Thomas about his issues. They might think he was a monster and they might even tell Newt.
Dread filled his stomach at that thought. Newt, the boy he swore to protect, even that meant from himself.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"Okay..." Thomas awkwardly tapped his thumb against his torch, looking around. "Find any signs of life. People. Survivors. Anyone who can help us."
The butcher moved from his spot and stood next to Minho. Both torches shining upon a dead man facing away in a cushioned chair. "Does he count?" Minho asked, not wanting a answer. The three walked around to see the body of the man.
