Intentional Killer - Book 2 In The Jessie Series

Chapter 18: Mission Nightlock

× Trauma Train. Buckle up Shuckfaces. ×

The three of us ran as fast as we could. It was like old times. Running from Grievers and collapsing 100 foot high solid stone walls...but now we were running from blood thirsty half dead human monsters.

"Run!" Thomas yelled.

I didn't have have patience to yell back at him. No shit run. We rounded a corner and saw the rest of the Gladers standing in a clump at the end of the long open hall. They didn't move.

"Go!" Minho roared, falling an arm.

"Run! Run! Go!" Thomas screamed.

"Shit!"

I could feel one of the Cranks gaining, it broke from the pack and launched it self at us. I spun around, my knife plunged into its neck, a snarl still on its animalistic face. Its mouth was covered in a thick black goo. I kept running not looking back to see if it died. I caught up to the guys.

"You okay?" Minho huffed.

I just nodded.

"Hey! Go!" This.as screamed again, waving his arms and running down the huge empty hall. "Get outta here! Run!"

The giant herd of Cranks was growing in size. They just kept coming, spilling out if doorways and dark crevices.

Newt and Winston, Aris and Teresa had the group running now. We finally caught up to them.

"Come on!" Minho yelled.

"Let's go, go, go!"

Thomas was panicking. Running, flailing his arms and yelling. He paniced in every situation and it made the rest of the group panicked. Sure, being chased by a klunkton of crazy death monsters would make one panic, but it wasn't helping.

"Let's go!"

"Thomas, Minho, Jessie, what the hell are those things?!" Frypan yelled.

"I don't know! Just keep going!" Thomas yelled back.

"Those would be the Cranks we were warned about." I yelled over the noise.

"Doesn't matter just move! Move!" Thomas called.

We were running away, but with no destination. My head was on the swivel.

"Where do we go?" Teresa asked, looking at me.

"Up. Aris! Tess! Lead them up!" I screamed, pointing to the broken escalators.

They nodded.

"Come on, keep moving!" I gave Newt a push in the back, trying to encourage him.

"Aris! Tess no!" Thomas called as the two broke off and headed towards the stairs.

"Thomas, shut up and follow them!"

I shoved Jeff and Adam towards the stairs. Jason Fry and Winston were already following. Minho had grabbed Newt. I knew he was struggling. But if Minho had him he would be okay. I stopped at the bottom ushering them up trying to make sure we had everyone.

The cranks were right on our heels. I ducked as another one broke from the crowd and jumped. It sailed over my head as I ducked, but it grabbed onto Dug's back. The crank didn't do much other than make Dug fall, I had stabbed a knife into its stomach as it passed over my head.

"Move your ass Dug!" I yelled grabbing him and shoving him up the stairs. I turned back around and kicked another one in the face. I grabbed Thomas's backpack and yanked him backwards away from the gnashing teeth of a wild looking Cranks.