𝘔𝘢𝘻𝘦 𝘙𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘰𝘴𝘵

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He was dead. He was no longer in pain. No longer afraid of becoming one of them.

After that last bullet was shot, (Y/n) screamed into the desert. No one could hear him, not even the others, they were to far. He had moments of anger and fear driving him. They lead him to kick the sand, grip his hair in harsh fists and cry until his eyes ached. But now, he just sat on a slab of concrete and watched the wind move the sand.

What felt like an hour or two later, the sun had made the sky a soft orange. It resting on the horizon. With a final sniffle, the boy grabbed his backpack and started to walk.

-

Aris quietly stepped out from a large container, placing a few pieces of wood onto the fire. Everyone was watching the blazes before them.

"I thought we were supposed to be immune," Minho said. His voice breaking the silence. His hands rotated his knife, the blade glistening in the fire light.

The orange sky had now become black. The moon shining its comfort down on the grieving kids.

"Not all of us, I guess..." Teresa replied, her voice quiet. Her eyes slightly ached at how bright the fire burned but she never looked away.

"If Winston can get infected, then we can assume so can the rest of us."

Newt said, though his eyes flickered up to a figure. His eyes were red and his cheeks wet with tears. Dangling from his wrapped fingers were a wooden caterpillar and from the light, it was suffocating his fingers.

"(Y/n)."

Everyone's heads moved to the boy. His pack dropped to the floor, sending sand into the air as (Y/n) plopped himself between Frypan and Thomas. His hand ripped off the wrapped caterpillar, ignoring the pounding of his heartbeat.

Frypan flinched as the small figure landed on his chest. Once the boy's eyes landed on it, it seemed a fresh wave of tears dripped out. "I'd never thought I'd say this... but I miss the glade," Frypan said, his fingers going between the legs and rubbing the bumps on its body.

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Clouds rolled in the distance, some flashed with lightning. The mountains seemed further than they've ever been before. Everyone was tired, thirsty and hungry. Thomas finally stopped walking, planting his bag onto the ground.

(Y/n) could hear an audible sigh of relief from Minho. His eyes flickered to see him tipping his flask for water, only for his lips to met with a drop. With a pat on the forearm, Minho turned his head, seeing that his friend was offering his flask.

"You can have all of it if you want," the butcher suggested. Minho hesitantly gripped the warmish metal and gulped down the water. His lips aching from being chapped.

Newt sat down next to the two, being on the other side of (Y/n). He breathed deeply before joining the two in staring at the distant mountains.

"Why are they so far away?" (Y/n) asked, after sitting until the sun was down.

His tone illustrating his annoyance with the journey. Minho chuckled and shrugged. The three let the fresh morning breeze flow through their clothes.

Suddenly, twinkling of lights caught Thomas's attention. Slowly getting up and calling out to the group, "guys, wake up! Aris! Teresa!"

The three followed his pointed hand and in the distance, a building could be seen. It's light flickering due to the distance.

"Mountain people..." (Y/n) mumbled, getting up to stand next to Newt. Though, his head whipped around to the loud cracking of the lightening. A bolt of light dashed down into the sand, making everyone flinched from the sound.

"Okay, let's move!" The older boy yelled out, patting Newt's back. His hand grabbing their packs and jogging towards the lights, somewhat waiting for the others.

The black clouds rolled over them. The random strikes of lightening creating panic through out eight kids. Holy shit, holy shit, don't get hit, don't get hit! (Y/n) thought, his body subconsciously running faster than the group. His backpack jingled as the things rocked around in it.

They finally were in front of the building, (Y/n) eyeing the door as it came closer and closer. The boy collided with the concrete wall, his hands frantically pulling at the tin door. His hand finally pried the door open and he yelled at everyone to get inside.

"MINHO! THOMAS!"

(Y/n) yelled, seeing the two get blown away by the force of a lightning strike hitting a car. (Y/n) pushed Newt into the building and was followed by Frypan as he made his way to Thomas.

"Hey! Can you hear me? Bloody hell, greenie!" He snapped his fingers beside Thomas's ears, helping the boy sit up. Thomas pressed his fingers into his eyes and the ringing slowly faded away, being replaced with the sound of (Y/n)'s fingers snapping.

With a short nod, Thomas was pulled to his feet. "(Y/N)!" Frypan shouted urgently to his friend. Leaving Thomas's side after giving a reassuring slap on the bicep, (Y/n) ran to kneel by Minho's side.

"Minho!"

Steam fogged away from his body. His eyes seemingly lost the gleam. "Help me!" (Y/n) gripped onto Minho's jacket, his voice shaking Frypan from his frozen state.

The two carried the boy, Minho's arms wrapping around their shoulders. The lightening chased them, (Y/n) looking before him to see Newt screaming at him to hurry up.

Finally getting into the building, Minho was laid on the floor, Teresa turning on her torch and giving it to Newt. (Y/n) shook Minho's jacket, his knuckles turning white.

"Come on, Minho. Not you too," he mumbled, shaking the boy again. Seeing no response, and with no thought, his hand slapped Minho in the face.

"Woah!" Frypan said, shocked by the action. Silence followed, everyone watching Minho's face. Soon a groan from the ground could heard and the relief huffs.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" Thomas asked, his hand gripping down on Minho's shoulder.

"What happened?" Minho groggily said, lifting his head to avoid the torch from his face.

"I think you got struck by lightning."

"Oh."

(Y/n) let out a short chuckle at the response, pulling the boy to his feet by his jacket. Teresa started to look around the building, confused as to why it was so dark. She stepped forward, her nose twitching from a disgusting smell.

"What's the smell?"

Before anyone could reply, a crank ran at her. She screamed in fear, (Y/n) immediately dragging her backwards, his hand clutching her jumper.

Thomas pulled Teresa towards his body. (Y/n) shielding the group from the appearing cranks. His arms blocked the group from moving forward and Newt made sure he moved backwards with the group. His fingers gripping the hem of his jacket.

"I see you've meet our guard dogs."

A cheerful voice and a flash of yellow light got everyone to move their heads. A girl with hair that didn't even make it to her collar. Her cardigan slightly flowing behind her as she walked. It looked like there was a deliberate pathway to the door.

(Y/n) felt Newt's chin rest on his shoulder, eyeing the girl that came closer. (Colour) eyes looked at her with scepticism. She walked a path as if walked a millions times. The cranks snapped their jaws at her, pulling at their chains.

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