Seperation // Gally x Reader

Chapter Sixteen - Spinning Records

 Walkin' After Midnight – Patsy Cline

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Y/n's POV

An upbeat, Hawaiian tune sings from the speakers above, drowning out the wails of the aircrafts.

"Are you guys deaf or something? I said, come on. We don't have much time," Brenda says, urging us forward. We follow her through the warehouse, sprinting and hiding behind stray barrels. We race up a flight of wooden stairs, and run into Jorge.

"Brenda! Hurry!" He shouts. "Let's go, let's go, let's go!" He rushes us over to a large window, and pushes on it with both hands, sending the halves soaring to the side. The haze of night darkens our view, and wherever he's taking us is barely visible.

"There's nowhere to go. Is this a trap or something?" I ask, taking a step backwards into Enzo. "Look," he says, pointing to the sky. I stare blankly at it for a few seconds, before I notice a large line travelling from our building to one nearby. A fucking zipline.

I move to the front of the herd, taking a peek over the edge. Immediately, I stumble back, grabbing onto Thomas and manoeuvring myself behind him. "Hell no. There is absolutely zero chance that you're getting me on that thing."

Frypan pushed past me, wanting to catch a glimpse for himself. "You've gotta be kidding me," he murmured, copying me in stepping a safe distance away. "You have to do it," Jorge says sternly. "We need to leave, like, this second. Unless you'd rather stay here when shit goes down," Brenda adds.

Jorge holds his hand out. "Do you trust me?" He asks. "No," I say plainly. "Smart girl. But here, distrust gets you killed," he says. "Isn't it usually the opposite?" I ask, a puzzled look on my face. "Look, do you want to survive, or not?"

I nod with a gulp, holding a brave facade. All you had to do was look at my eyes to spy the utter terror I felt.

"Plan B, hermano. You kids wanna get to the Right Arm? I'll lead you to them. But, you're gonna owe me," Jorge says, pointing a slender finger at Newt. He pulls down on a flimsy strap of leather, and jumps into the night. "Follow me!" He shouts as he transforms into a small dot in the distance.

"All right, let's go!" Brenda commands, yanking on another strap. "Come on!"

Minho grabs hold of it, then Newt, and after a minute, it's only Thomas, Brenda, Chuck, Enzo and I left. It's Chuck's turn, and he's obviously scared shitless. I place a hand on his shoulder as he stares at the drop. He jumps at the touch. "Hey, Chuck, you'll be fine, alright? You've seen six other people do it, so why would it be any different for you? We'll be right behind you, go on," I urge him forward, ruffling his hair and briefly hugging him. He takes hold of the fabric, jumping out of the window with a breathy scream.

"Enzo," I say, grabbing his arm. "You take care of him, alright? If he gets stuck in the middle of this stupid rope, you're the next one to go, so you have to push him forward. All the way. Got it?"

"Yeah, yeah. I got it, n/n. Just hurry it up back here."

With a deep breath, he swings forward, legs flailing as he travels across the zipline. Thankfully, neither him nor Chuck get stuck, and I can just see them standing on the other side of the platform.

I tugged on the same rope that Brenda had earlier, getting it ready for Thomas. I was determined to get the rest of them safe before I could even think about grabbing it myself. I look beside me, and Brenda is fumbling awkwardly with her pockets. She turns around and starts shuffling through drawers.

Thomas follows her and I call out to him, "Thomas! What are you doing? Come on, we gotta go!" I'm met with no reply, so I foolishly decided to follow them. She snatches a small metal container and tucks it tightly away in her pocket. "I got it, I got it," she says.

The whir of aircrafts grows louder, and we know we can't return to the zipline. They rush down a hallway, and I follow. They stop abruptly and I smash into Brenda's back. My cheek throbs and I bite down on my tongue. The metallic tang of blood stains my mouth, but I ignore it to the best of my abilities. At the end of the hallway, multiple WICKED guards parade up the stairs, guns trained on us.

Brenda pulls out a handgun and begins shooting at them, Thomas and I taking a few steps back. The shots ring through my ears and make my head throb. Unfortunately, the guards hid behind pillars and furniture, just missing their deaths. "Go! Go!" She shouts, pushing us in the opposite direction.

The guards leave their posts, pulling the guns back up to their eyeline. I hear electric pulses shoot behind us, but I don't dare turn around. I drop my head to my hands as we run past the stain-glass wall, bullets ricocheting above my head. "Come on, hurry! We're running out of time!" Brenda says, leading us across a bridge-like, wooden platform.

We sprint down another set of stairs, grasping the railings for stability. The soldiers are positioned directly on our tail. We reach the bottom of the flight, and are met by another cavalry racing towards us. "Here, follow me," Brenda says, taking a sharp left. I look at where she's standing, and my heart drops. She's balancing on horizontal pillars that hold the foundation of the third floor. Thomas and I exchange a worried look, but hesitantly step forward. I fling my arms to the side to provide more balance.

The metal cries beneath us, groaning once a guard joins us on the beams. "Brenda, where are we going?" Thomas asks, his voice loud and anxious. The rest of the guards follow us around the perimeter, flashing bright lights in our eyes. "Hurry! The song's almost over!" She replies, hoisting herself upward, over the railing, and back onto solid ground.

Thomas and I follow, although I find it quite difficult to hurdle the railing, a sharp ache spiralling through my stomach. The jingle stops, and there's a brief moment of silence and peace, before the explosions begin. The lights, the walls, everything bursts into a cacophony of powerful air and golden flames.

A/n: Sorry I've been SUPER unactive, it's exam period again and I've got a fuck ton of assessments that I gotta do + I'm sick.  I'll try get more chapters out and also I'm gonna stop doing Gally's POV every 3 chapters cause people want the story sped up. There's still going to be one or two of his left though xx