Seperation // Gally x Reader

Chapter Eight - Cranks

Mountain People – Super Furry Animals

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"Shit, T. You good?" I ask. I'm not met with a reply, but he seems to stand up just fine. Aris smashes the keypad with some random piece of junk just as Ratman meets the door. He pushes against it with force, but it stays put. Winston drops to the floor and snatches a gun from a seemingly dead man. Janson presses his hands on the wide window of the door, staring right at Thomas. "You little shit," he says. In return, Thomas sends him a sweet middle finger.

"So... do we go now?" I ask, eager to get out of here. "Yeah, come on." Fry replies, leading everyone through the warehouse. This section looks much different than what I expected. It's a large rectangular space with small clusters of boxes and other supplies. The walls are lined with thin platforms and staircases that lead into other hallways and rooms. From the way that the boys were navigating the twists and turns, I can tell they've been here before. Possibly when they first arrived.

I spy people beginning to file down the lines of stairs, all speaking into walkie-talkies or other devices as they watch us. We reach a wall with a split right down the middle, gears locked in place on either side. Thomas pulls down on a lever, and the wall separates, providing us with an exit to the outside world.

It's been so long since any of us have been out there, and that's if we ever have been. I'm certain WICKED wouldn't have been kind enough to give us any field trips. The air spins in plumes of dust with minimal visibility. The nighttime sky casts a gloomy blue into our vision, too dark to see more than 3 feet in front.

We all sprint out, Chuck's hand still tucked carefully in mine. We're immediately met with a tall face of sand, some sort of dune. As we scale it, I clench my stomach with more pressure, biting my lip to keep moving. Below us, people are scanning the base of the compound, blue lights and ranger vehicles searching the hills.

"Come on, go! Go! We'll lose them in the storm!" Thomas calls, pushing us further up. I'm pretty sure a sandstorm is the last place I want to be right now, but I decide to just stick with the group. We rest at the top of the dune, observing the search party in case they get too close. We move away, staying low, and run much quicker than I would like. Teresa breaks into a full sprint, almost seperating from the rest of us, but she seems to know where she's going.

We stumble against some sort of structure peeking out of the sand. It seems like a building. There's a smashed window, and Teresa jumps straight in, much to Thomas' disapproval. "Get down here!" She shouts, and the boys instantly listen. I push Chuck through the gap and then slide in behind them, tripping on the mountain of sand beneath my feet.

Minho fishes a flashlight from a bag he brought and shines it at our surroundings. Wherever we were, it was most certainly abandoned. There were rooms attached to the walls, and escalators leading to higher floors. "Where the hell are we?" Minho asks, moving the light too fast for me to actually see anything. "Well, if you'd keep that fucking thing still then maybe I could tell you." I retort, moving back over to stand beside Chuck.

"We gotta go." Thomas says, ready to break into another jog. "No. Thomas, stop!" Teresa says, and he complies. "Tell me what's going on." She demands. This catches the rest of the group's attention; they all want to know the answer. "It's WICKED. They lied to us, we never escaped. Me, Y/n and Aris, we found bodies. Too many to count."

"What do you mean? Dead bodies?" Minho asks. "No, but they weren't alive either. They had them strung up. With tubes coming out of them. They were being... they were being drained. There's something inside of us that WICKED wants. Something in our blood. So we have to get as far away from them as possible." He replies.