Seperation // Gally x Reader

Chapter Eighteen - Glass Windows

"Go! Come on, y/n, go!" Thomas screams, his eyes wide. "Go where, Thomas? In case you hadn't noticed, we're on the edge of a fucking cliff!" I scream back. "I don't know, up?"

"Come on! This way," Brenda says with a groan, breaking us from the argument. She scuttles upwards, placing her limps in between rocks to help her climb. Thomas and I follow behind her just as the cranks emerge from the tunnel. I laugh to myself as I witness one of them push the other off the edge.

Idiots.

The rocks lead into one of the collapsed buildings, feeding into the rubble. We enter it with speed, the monsters getting closer and closer to my ankles, their snarls ringing in my ears.

The sheer height of the structure struck fear in my bones. One wrong slip of my clumsy ankles and it was instant death. I swallowed a particularly gluggy bit of saliva and pushed forward, trying my best to keep up with Thomas and Brenda.

As we climbed, we passed through large holes in each of the former floors. There's around 6, and a pit drops to my stomach when I see just how many are left. Brenda shoves a locker behind her, and Thomas and I use our sharp thinking skills to swerve to the side, the object narrowly missing us.

Luckily, it smashes right into one of the crank's ugly faces, crashing through a glass window below us. The thing tumbles to the ground, crushed under the weight of metal.

We shimmy through a small gap in concrete, that shifts right over Thomas' head, and arrive in a tall tower filled with broken staircases. We race up them, jumping as we meet the gaps. The exhaustion is really beginning to set in, and I have to use the railings to assist myself.

Somehow, cranks don't seem to understand fatigue, and I watch below as they jump upwards, grabbing onto the bottoms of the stairs and pulling themselves up to continue. One of them is significantly faster than the others, reaching us in mere seconds. It reaches out towards Thomas, who presses himself against the wall. Its putrid stench violated my nose, and I cough in disgust.

Brenda kicks it away from above, and sends it tumbling down to the floor, hitting multiple poles on the way. She grabs one of the posts on the staircase diagonal to us, but it snaps off and she falls through a door.

Thomas and I look down, and find her safely laying on a glass window that had become the floor. "Brenda! Are you okay?" I shout down, searching for a safe angle to get to her. "Yeah, I'm fine. Shit, the glass is cracking. Get down here!"

"Hang on! We're gonna find a way down," Thomas says. He pushes past me and grabs to the side, but his arm bumps me, and I slip, landing right beside Brenda. The glass crunches loudly, and I squeeze my eyes shut as if that would reduce the damage. I peer to the side, and my breath increases as I see the view. I thought I knew how high we were, I thought I was okay with heights, but boy was I wrong.

"Get us out of here, Thomas!" I cry, grabbing onto Brenda's arm. Her breath is just as shaky as mine, and she pulls her torso off the glass, pressing her hand against it. A small crack spirals into a web. "No, Brenda! Don't move, it won't help," Thomas says.

She ignores him, and slowly rises to her feet. This only fuels the panic within me, as I know her weight is no longer evenly distributed. I figure me standing couldn't do any more harm than what was already done, so I do. Thomas slides down towards us, perching himself on a sturdy piece of metal hanging out of the wall.

He reaches his arm out to me, "Y/n, take my hand!"

"No! I don't know where that thing's been," I say back to him, brows furrowing. I know it was petty, but I've seen that boy do plenty of things with that hand that I don't dare discuss. Surely, he can find some other way to bring us to safety. With a scoff, he replies, "I'm not asking you to marry me, I'm trying to save your life!"

I groan and take his hand, and we pull me up to safety. He gets back in the position to retrieve Brenda, but she hesitates.

"I can't," she says, her voice small and embarrassed. "Come on, Brenda. Grab my hand," Thomas urges, both of them looking as the glass splits more. A crank comes veering into the doorframe, its hungry eyes staring right at Brenda. "No, no, no!" Thomas yells as it slides, belly first, towards them. Brenda reaches for his hand, but the crank slide tackles her, sending them both into the window, its obesity only further weakening the glass.

She kicks it away, reaching for Thomas as it grabs her back. I swing down and grab Thomas' hand so that Brenda doesn't have to reach as far. There's no way she would be able to grab it from the floor. "I can't reach!" She shouts.

I stretch my fingers as wide as they can go without dislocating. The crank grabs her ankle and pulls her backwards. It straddles her, and she grapples with it for safety. She kicks it towards another window, and I slide down, bringing a metal pipe with me.

She takes hold of my hand, and I smash the glass beneath them. I balance on the beams of the other window, Brenda clutching my arm with all her might. Thomas slides down and grabs one of her arms, and we pull her up. I lean against the wall for a few seconds to regain my breath, but the other two are eager to keep moving, shuffling over to the emergency staircase and beginning our descent back onto solid ground.