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WHAT HAD SHE DONE? Newt collapsed on top of Thomas, and the boy's eyes widened in horror when he saw his blonde friend's limp body on top of him. He slowly pushed him off, moving to stand beside Iris as the gun fell from her hands. Both of them just stared down at the body of their friend, and Iris couldn't even recognize him. Newt was always so happy and full of life.
And now...
They stood there for what felt like an eternity before Thomas did something. He crouched down and began unlacing Newt's boots. Iris watched in confusion as he removed the shoes and just handed them to her. She felt sick to her stomach, realizing that he was giving her something to cover her bare feet.
She took them from him and slowly reached down, putting them on her feet as she breathed in shaky breaths. She became suddenly aware of the tears streaming down her face, and it felt like her ribs were crushing her lungs.
Newt, one of the first people she could remember meeting. Newt, the boy she patched up and stayed with for weeks after he jumped off the wall. Newt, the one that had taken her side in countless arguments. Newt, one of her best friends. Newt, her family, was dead.
She was snapped out of her trance when she heard footsteps, and she looked up to see Brenda standing in front of them, staring down at Newt in horror. If the circumstances were different, Iris would have hugged her. Instead, she just shared a look of grievance with her.
Thomas reached down and picked up the gun that Iris had dropped. For a moment, he stood, contemplating, and then he turned around and began walking back into the city. The blonde girl stayed for just a second, knowing where he was going and following him.
As she caught up with the man on the mission, he stopped and shook his head at her. "No, Iris. Go back. I don't need anyone else dying."
"Thomas, Jem's still in there," she reminded him, her eyes pleading with him to understand. "Newt told me that he helped you guys. Even if it was to save his own ass... I need to at least see him one last time. I don't care if it kills me."
He nodded. "Let's go," he said after a short pause, and they were running. She hadn't gotten the chance to get very close with Thomas, but she knew he would understand. He was in a similar situation with Teresa, so he was in no place to judge.
