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Now... do we want, grieving Newt or grieving (Y/n)? decisions, decisions...
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A car pulled into a 'mandatory infection check' building. It stopping at the entrance of a pitch black tunnel. Four boys got out.
Thomas was holding the large map in his hands. (Y/n) walked backwards, looking out to the centre. His hands pulling up his jacket sleeves to show his forearms. Newt and Frypan looked into the depths of the tunnel.
"You want us to go in there?" Newt asked, gesturing to the entrance. Noticing that Thomas was too focused on the map, his attention turned to (Y/n).
"I don't want to be too negative, but, I mean, if I was a Crank, that's exactly where I would be."
"I don't think we have much of a choice." (Y/n) commented, now standing next to Thomas and looking over the boy's shoulder.
Silence fell upon the squad. All staring at the tunnel with silent acceptance. Newt glided his tongue over his top lip.
"Alright... I get shotgun."
(Y/n) rolled his eyes at his boyfriend's declaration, and followed after. Him putting himself behind the drivers seat.
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Frypan steadily drove the car into the dark abyss, the headlights automatically turning on. Newt, beside him, held a torch light, shining it on the walls.
(Y/n) looked out the window space, the glass being put down for some air. His right arm casually dangling out the door. The car swerved slowly around broken down vehicles, before abruptly halting.
"Woah, woah," Frypan said softly. Stood before them, was a Crank. It started to gag and twitch.
"Just take it slow," the driver repeated, a train of thought perhaps. (Y/n) started to lean back, freezing in his seat.
Thomas could hear (Y/n)'s breathing start to go quiet and turned to the boy.
A Crank.
Only Thomas could see but, a woman had gripped her hands around his forearm. Her black nails slightly digging into the skin.
The brunette watched as (Y/n) slowly, strongly, retracted his arm back into the car. Her nails starting to hurt. His other hand slowly rotating the handle.
"Don't close the window," the woman spoke softly. "Please..."
"Fry—" Thomas spoke. (Y/n) stared at the woman, his eyes wide with fear.
"Help me!" She frantically said. Her lips pulled into a smile as she looked at the Crank ahead of the car.
"Fry, floor it!" Newt shouted. His head whipping to look at a Crank that pressed himself against the window.
