Newt | Through The Gates Of Hell

I Did Not Consent To Being Hung Like A Ham

Y/N's P.O.V

Teresa screamed piercingly, her shriek rattling my eardrums as its echoes bounced around the room. It rattled my brain inside my skull and further contributed to my pounding headache.

Oooh, jumpscare! 'Twas a Crank! 

The creature lurched towards us, howling and snapping its teeth, its disgusting spittle spraying us all. As though it was a trigger to its kin, more of the undead joined it, creating a truly horrifying symphony of unearthly screeches. The Cranks raged around us, straining against the chains that bound their legs and arms, desperate for a delicious snack of Lightning Barbecued Minho Fingers dipped in Thomas Sauce with a side of Frypan Nuggets.

Cries, curses and cautioning messages rose from our group as we scurried away and huddled together, trying to figure out how to get out of this particularly tight spot. 

I found myself shoved behind a tall, lanky blonde figure protectively, as Newt's face twisted into a mask of horror and disgust. Looking up at him in mild surprise when he didn't release his grip on my bicep, I momentarily lost track of the world as I considered the boy who was willing to put himself in direct line of the Cranks if it meant my safety. 

So engrossed was I in my thoughts that I missed the dramatic entrance made by the figure -- the girl, really -- standing before us, framed by a rotting doorway, a coy grin playing across her lips.

"You guys look like shit"

Yeah well, no shit, Sherlock, it does tend to happen when you trek through the fucking Sahara Desert to get here--

As if sensing my thoughts, Newt's grip on my upper arm tightened ever so slightly, and I looked back at him, grinning slightly at the situation.

The girl turned on her heel and marched through the doorway she came out of with the authority of a queen in her kingdom , leaving us standing there, with at least one person's (Thomas') mouth open in shock and awe. Her main character moment was ruined when she realised we actually weren't following her, causing her to turn around and say, 

"Are you coming, or are you going to wait until the Cranks break free?", therefore allowing her grasp onto her protagonist moment once more. We hastened after her.

The girl lead us up several flights of stairs and at least two living quarters, attracting us strange and curious looks from the people (thankfully unzombified), with Thomas pestering the girl with questions. At some point, three male figures melted from the flickering shadows and joined our pack, herding us towards an unknown location. I glanced back warily, causing the biggest and ugliest of the strangers to lick his yellowing teeth as he eyed me hungrily. His hand reached out, towards my hair, but the poor man only got two broken fingers from his perverted endeavour. He drew his hand back with a sharp hiss.

Throwing my assailer a cutting glance, Newt wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close towards his warm body, eliciting a snigger from the the watchful Minho. As we continued walking, more and more onlookers gathered along the sides of the corridor, sizing us up hungrily.

"Anyone else startin' to get a bad feelin' about this place?"

"We'll hear him out, see what he has to say. He might be helpful," Thomas replied to Newt's query.

After we climbed a final series of metal steps, we reached what seemed to be our destination. We were on the top floor of the building, with views of the entire desert and the light show we'd just escaped.

"They're here, Jorge."

The figure, which I hadn't previously noticed, sitting at a table facing the window, held up a silencing finger. A moment of silence pulsed.