Seperation // Gally x Reader

Chapter Thirteen - Hermana

Y/n's POV

"Fucking hell, Minho. You got struck by lightning dude, that isn't an accomplishment," I say, pulling him into a hug. I accidentally bump his wound, which causes him to yelp. "Shuck, n/n, careful." He leans in closer and whispers in my ear. "How's my hair?" I laugh before replying. "Shit, as usual."

We pull him to his feet and take in our surroundings. Pillars reach towards the roof, forming rows of shelves. The windows are made with a green stained glass that shimmers with each crack of lightning.

I turn my head as Teresa screams. All flashlights turn towards her direction. A rotting hand reaches from the darkness towards her. When the light meets its face, a repulsive crank stares back at us, roaring and gurgling. It falls to its knees but doesn't move forward. A flimsy chain keeps it connected to a pile of heavy boxes.

Another leapt out at us, its arms outstretched to grab Enzo. He nearly jumped out of his skin as the links of metal screeched behind it. More emerged, surrounding us in every direction, each one grappling with the chains that kept them just inches away from our faces. As the flashlights circles the room, the figures just grow. There had to have been almost thirty of them.

"I see you've met our guard dogs." A husky voice drawls from the darkness. A silhouette shines in the doorway, golden flecks of dust falling onto their shoulders. The voice sounded almost feminine, but with the figure's cropped hair and strong stance, it's hard to tell.

"What was that?" Thomas asks us. Our group huddles together, so close that I could smell the sweat trickling down Thomas' neck. That's one thing I hope to never experience ever again. Any advantage that I thought we had from safety in numbers was melted away by fear.

The figure strode forward confidently, sticking to their path as hands clawed at them. Each one managed to miss them by a few centimetres. As they got closer, the lights illuminated their face. It was definitely a girl. She had dark, childlike features and a small scar on her forehead. As she dances through the rows of monsters, she sticks her head closer to some of them, taunting them.

She seemed to be a teenager, around our age. Her clothes were ratty and plain, holes and tears forming at the seams of the tattered material. Her hair was pixie-like, chopped to fit her facial structure around her ears.

"Stay back! Stay back!" Minho says, but the girl keeps her pace. A coy smile plays at her lips. "You guys look like shit." She turns her back and returns to walking through the sea of cranks, returning to the door. "Come on, follow me. Unless you want to stay here with them."

The creatures snarl, but none of us move. I'm not sure who she is, but whatever she plans to do us can't be as bad as turning into one of these. I grab Thomas' shoulders and shove him forward, the rest of the group following as we trail behind the girl.

We ventured up a short staircase and through a golden tinted door that lead deeper into the abandoned warehouse. Fairy lights twinkled across the homemade structures inside. Fabrics were draped across staircases and pillars to create tents and shelters. Thomas had stopped to stare at an older man stirring something in a pot. The others overtake him, and I push him forward gently. "Come on, keep up. Jorge wants to meet you," the girl says, speeding past the others that inhabited the room.

"Who's Jorge?" Thomas asks, pushing past Newt to stand at the lead once again. In his stride, he almost knocked over a pole holding up one of the 'homes'. His natural curiosity scares me, it prompts him to do things without thinking of the consequences. The girl looks back at us, a mischievous tilt in her eyebrows. "You'll see."

"No one's come out of the scorch in a long time," she says, leading us through another hallway. Barrels are lit with fire, casting a strangely comforting orange glow against the concrete. The people around us unapologetically stare, eyeing us like prizes at a carnival. "You've just got him curious," she continues. Her eyes flick across us, head to toe, before returning forward. She seemed somewhat pleased by what she saw. "And me, too."