After the World Has Fallen~ John Egan x Reader

The Newcomers

The voices of the group had caught Y/N's attention. Noticing they were all crowded around the entry fence, she made her way over to the rest to see who was coming in. Some didn't sound too happy and she could see why they were disappointed. Though she never understood the problem with people of a different race as they were no different than themselves.

One looked critically injured, being carried in by his friends on their shoulders.

Later at night when the group was playing cards, two of those men had walked into their cabin. Everyone went silent, staring at them.

One of the two decided to speak up. "Second Lieutenant Alexander Jefferson, 332nd fighter group."

Then the other. "Second Lieutenant Richard D. Macon, 332nd."

"Gentlemen", Gale welcomed. "Welcome to paradise."

Y/N stood up from her spot at the table, walking over to the two. "You can take the bunks to your left, and I have ice for your neck if you need it Lieutenant."

"Thanks", Macon says as they move over to where she had directed them.

Y/N goes over to her bed and pulls out a bag from under it. She grabs the ice pack she had stashed after she found it laying around outside and brought it over to them. Some of the boys were still watching them, unsure if they could trust them, or not. I mean, fair enough. Practically each person in the cabin were from the 100th.

"Don't mind them", she says handing the man who was laying down the pack. "It's clear they don't get out much", she tries lightening the mood with a sweet smile. "Just stick around the guy with blonde hair who was just talking to you, and you'll fit in with the rest in no time. But for now, just take it easy, and I'll do my best to make sure your neck heals as fast as possible."

They nod and smile back. The injured man puts the ice under his neck and lets out a groan of relief. He seemed to have been hurt quite badly, and Y/N couldn't help but feel sorry for the man. They were already in a dangerous situation, making injuries become all the more of an issue.

After the introduction of the new men in the camp, their next few weeks were used informing others of certain degrees of knowledge. Whether it was how to improve the stump grinder, how to make shivs, or how to cut open someone's throat if the time would come, they prepared for it all. Until one early morning when they were being rushed out of their cabins. The hallways were hectic.

There was a bang on the door followed by someone telling them they had to get out in thirty minutes. The man opens their door.

"Goons gave us thirty minutes to be at the front gate. Twenty-three hundred hours, then we march. They won't say how far or for how long", with that he left the room as quickly as he came in.

"All right, pack it up. Let's go", Gale announces. "Wear the warmest clothes you got."

Y/N grumbles in dissatisfaction before rolling out of bed. She grabs her flying pants, nurse jacket, scarf, and gloves, putting them all on as fast as she could. She stashed her mini med kit the Germans had given her keep in the inside pocket of her jacket, zipping it up to the top and wrapping her scarf around her head and neck. It was hot in the cabins, the girl already starting to sweat, making her uncomfortable, though she knew the moment she stepped outside, the temperature would flip, freezing her to her core.