the great war-Newt

03

I didn't know what to feel first when I opened my eyes. Pain or confusion.

I pinched my eyes as the sunlight hit my face. As I tried to straighten up a sharp pain came from my side. I quickly remembered everything that happend. We were attacked my WCKD, I was shot and then I passed out. 

As my eyes got used to the sunlight, I could finally see my surroundings. I didn't recognize where we are, but WCKD didn't seem to have gotten us. 

"Guess who finally woke up! Morning sleeping beauty." Jorge kneeled down to my side, the others approaching us as they saw me waking up. "I thought you were dead for a second."

I look down to where I was shot, the wound hidden underneath a piece of fabric. "I feel like it.", I say, my voice rough. 

My eyes dazed over the ground as all of them looked down at me. "Is Brenda still gone?", I ask while straightening up, a pain running through my body which I ignored. 

"Yeah, but she probably found their way out from there." Jorge got up from the ground and began walking around. I knew he was worring about Brenda, probably thinking about her all night. 

"Does is still hurt?", Theresa asked me, referring to my wound. 

"It's getting better, but thanks." I give her a weak smile. Without the help from her and Newt I probably wouldn't have made it out of there alive. 

As everybody kneeling around me got up to keep doing their stuff, I closed my eyes shut for a second. 

I mean, it could've ended way worse. Johnson could've gotten me and I would be at WCKD now. But the fact that Brenda and Thomas are somewhere out there is giving me a head ache. I know that Brenda would surive it easily, but it's no fun out there. 

"I would keep an eye on that wound, it doesn't look too well." I open my eyes again at the sound of an british accent. I lay my head in my neck as I see the guy called Newt looking down at me. 

"Not the first time I've been shot." I slowly tried to get on my feet, my vision becoming dizzy as I stood up. 

"Why does Johnson want you?" I shrug at his question and look up, realizing he's taller than I thought. 

"I don't remember much from my time at WCKD." I look over to where Jorge stands. "He knows more, but won't tell me."

"He's probably nervous about Brenda and Thomas being out there somewhere all by themselves."

"Yeah maybe." I run my fingers through my messy hair, putting my strands behind my ears. "But Brenda knows what's out there and Thomas seems like he's a good fighter." 

We both watch the group do their stuff in the distance, Jorge working on something and Theresa talking with Minho. Both of them watching me curiously. 

"You know that Marcus guy?", he asks. 

"No, but Jorge does...I think."

"You don't trust him, do you?"

"Guys! Get over here!" Newt follows my steps as Jorge yelled for us. 

I stand next to him as he's looking down on some sort of map. "Do you know where they could be?"

I watch his fingers circle an area on the map, not too far from our now destroyed base. The group circles around us, all looking curiously on the map.

"I say we go find Marcus, 'cause that's where Brenda's gonna be." It was obvious that he's scared about her. 

 When I ran away from WCKD and first met them I thought they were father and daughter. Technically they're not, but he cares for her like a father would.