𝘔𝘢𝘻𝘦 𝘙𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳

𝘙𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩

we are back chat

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"Are you okay?" Brenda asked. Her body crawling over to the boy who was banging his flashback to it on. (Y/n) just nodded in return, coughing out the dust from his lungs. 

Once the dark space was illuminated with his torch, (Y/n) shined it on the fallen rumble in front of the two. He pushed a hand through his hair and swore under his breathe. 

"How are we gonna get back to the others?" He inquired to himself, somewhat leaving Brenda on the concrete floor. His eyes followed the light of his torch, searching for anything that could be considered a way out. Anything to find his way back to Newt.

"Relax. I'll get us out." 

Brenda let out a huff as she stood up and snatched her bag from the floor. Her hand stuffing into her backpack to find a torch. 

A young girl was dressed with a black hoodie and a red towel that acted like a cape. She laughed as she ran around, her arms spread out like a plane. A older boy ran after her, he was dressed like some sort of dinosaur. 

His back had plastic bags that were duck taped to his shirt. A green towel wrapped around his head. He tackled the girl, shifting his body under her. 

"Oh, no! I've been caught!" He tried to hold his laughter in as his sister pounded weakly on his chest. 

"You've been caught, Mr. Monster!" She said proudly. 

(Y/n) turned at the sound of a click. His eyes squinting at the bright light. They then examined Brenda from head to toe. "Why are you and the old man helping us?" 

The girl placed the torch underneath her arm and continued to look for something in her bag. "Trust me, it's not my idea. Jorge seems thinks you guys are our ticket to the safe haven." 

(Colour) eyes stared at her. Brenda glanced at him seeing that he looked confused. "You know... paradise? Safe from the sun? Free of infection?" 

She scoffed at the boy who was staring at her. She rubbed her eye, to stressed out to deal with explaining. Brenda finally made her way towards (Y/n), seemingly finding what she needed and put her backpack on her shoulders. 

"Supposedly, the Right Arm's been taking kids there for years. Immunes, anyway." 

"And you know where that is?" (Y/n) asked, slowly following Brenda to a grate in the floor.

"No, but Jorge used to know a guy. Marcus, I think. He used to smuggle kids up into the mountains." 

(Y/n) bent down and held the end of the flashlight in between his teeth. His hands popping the grate open like it was a can of soda. Distant screeching could be heard.