Him & I (Newtmas story)

Chapter 24: Game Plan

Hope you all enjoyed the last chapter, and I hope you all will enjoy this one!🫶 Gang is this story cooked?

Newt's POV:

I hate Teresa. I hate everything about her. I hate how pretty she is, how beautiful her eyes  are, how carefree she is, how strong and confident she is, how slender her figure is. I hate how manipulative she is, how easy it is for her to lie. I hate how smart she is, I hate how easy it is for her to get her way, I hate her ambitious side. I hate how she likes Thomas and keeps trying to snag him. But mostly I hate that Thomas could pick her over me one day, I hate that he could leave me behind and go off with her. 

"Newt?" 

"Newt?"

I was pulled from my mind by the sound of Thomas's voice, and him shaking me. 

"W-what?" I ask, confused.

"Do you agree?" Thomas asked. 

"Do I agree with what?" I asked, still slightly out of it. 

"With the plan dipshit." Teresa said, her voice slicing through the silence like a knife. 

"I'm sorry, I must've zoned out. Could you guys repeat it for me?" I asked, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment. 

"Yeah Newt." Frypan replied. 

I look over and catch Teresa's eye, it was like she was seeing red. Honestly, if looks could kill, I'd be 18 feet under. Her eyebrows were arched and her lips were pursed. In her eyes there was a dangerous flare, as if one misstep and I would be mauled by some vicious beast lying just out of sight. I grab my left arm with my right, a comforting gesture, and a defensive one. Thomas must've noticed, because he snakes one of his arms around my waist and pulls me close. He kisses the top of my head and I lean into his touch. Teresa was red with envy, I could feel her hatred for me radiating off her, swarming around us like a cloud. 

"Okay, so here's the basics, these creatures only come out to kill us when it's dark, and they respond to light and sound. Right? Okay. So all we have to do is sneak out during the day, and avoid their... bodies, because they will wake up and the slightest sense of movement. They are dangerous, bloodthirsty, and infected. It's currently about 9:30 pm, so we should get some sleep and go at dawn, we need to make it out of here fast and cross this wasteland. We cannot make it this far for nothing." Frypan explains. 

"So the plan is basically run like hell." Winston said, summing it up. 

"Alright, I think I get it." I replied softly, avoiding Teresa's side of the room. 

"Okay then, try to get some rest you guys, we're going to need it." Aris said, looking around the room, his eyes resting only a second longer on Thomas. 

I turn and walk back to the so called 'hospital' area, it's the only place I've come to know. My limp began to act up again, but I will my leg to keep moving, keeping the pain from my face as I stumbled through the cement beams. I slunk over and around some of the fallen ones, their sharp edges enough to keep me on my toes. I accidentally trip and stumble into a sharp corner, cutting my arm. I could feel the blood from my wound run down my arm, I prayed it wouldn't drip onto the floor for risk of those creatures coming after any of us here. It didn't take long for blood to coat my entire sleeve and some of my pant leg where I rested my arm. 

I had finally made it to the grey, dismembered room that I had grown so accustomed to these past few days. I got on the flat stone slab that served as my bed and pulled up my sleeve, wincing as the fabric was sticking to the wound. once I had pulled away my sleeve fully, I could asses the damage, the skin was torn in a jagged manner, the wound itself was partially shallow on the outskirts of it, but long and deeper in the middle. Blood was oozing out of the cut and dribbling onto some spare clothing that I had found while Minho was figuring out the power problem. I reach to touch it with my other hand when the sound of feet moving over the decimated ground made its way to my ears. I quickly covered the wound again with my sleeve, hissing as the fabric yet again caught the wound.