Immune Grounders (After Death Cure + The 100 Fanfic)

BEFORE THE FLAT TRANS

(Newt's POV)

The last thing I remembered was waiting for those bloody shanks to come back for me on the Berg. The silence was like a vacuum, creating an overwhelming sense of emptiness. I just sat, waiting to turn into- into one of those things. Strangely enough, to my surprise, I didn't feel any different. I felt like the same old Newt.

I twiddle with my thumbs, replaying all the memories that I had; which weren't that many, considering that I basically have amnesia of anything that happened before the glade. I remember the first day at the glade. I woke up in the box, breathing heavily, but kept my eyes shut. Adrenaline was pumping through me faster than a cheetah running toward its prey. I was greeted by Alby, and although I may have wet myself just a tad, I felt safe. I didn't try to run. I felt an overwhelming sense of family that I was not familiar with. I remember meeting Minho for the first time, trying to mess up his perfectly spiked up hair.

"How do you keep it so.... nice... In the glade?" I asked Minho.

"I'm just that shucking amazing." Minho says, smirking.

Then I get taken into a different reality. The new tone of these memories almost sweep me off my feet. I remember the dark days. I remember the wall. Why I have this limp. I try to shut off these memories, saying to myself, "Go to hell you piece of Klunk memories!"

In a way, I am so glad I was saved. If not, I never would have met Thomas and so many others. I would've never escaped the maze, or survived the scorch. Hell, I wouldn't have even known what was outside of the maze walls.

These thoughts are interrupted by an abrupt noise. I hear a banging sound at the door of the berg. I jump up onto my feet, almost falling over in excitement. I felt like a puppy waiting for it's owner to return. The door opens. However, it was not who I thought it was. It was a man dressed in a strange outfit. He wore an orange fleece jacket with baggy, camouflage pants. On his head, he wears a snow cap filled with fake fur. "Why the bloody hell is this man bundled up in the middle of the scorch?" I think to myself. More importantly, Why the HELL is he in my- I mean OUR berg?

The man, with hair the color of chocolate, finally speaks. "Are you Newt?" The man asks.

"How do you know who I am?" I ask.

All of a sudden, the man pulls out some sort of electronic device. He opens the device and speaks in it. "I found the Newt you were speaking of." All of a sudden, muffled, inaudible noises come from the device. "Copy," The man states, "I will bring him in right now. Out."

My heart starts racing. "Where do you want to bring me? And how could you possibly think that I'll trust you?"

"My name is Cletus." The man says. "I am what the munies call a mountain man. What that means is that I smuggle immunes out of the scorch to places even the flare can't reach."

"Well you're out of luck," I explain, "Because I'm not immune. WICKED made it very clear that I am just a crank."

Unusually confident, the man states, "WICKED lied. I thought you more than anyone would know better than to trust WICKED."

Extremely confused and anxious, I nervously blurt out, "What do you mean?"

"I mean that you, just like your other friends, are immune. It was just a test to see how your friends would react. Therefore, I'm here to take you away from this place."

Almost screaming, I ask, "How can I trust you? Do you expect me to leave without my friends?"

"Don't worry, your friends will come soon enough."

Before I can say another word, it was too late. I was pushed through a flat trans.

When I awake, I am mesmerized. Brushing off dust and dirt from my body, I stand up and check out my surroundings. The trees were skyscrapers, piercing the sky with their height. And, it was so green. Never have I ever seen a scene so beautiful. The sound of a creek flowing soothes my mind and for a minute I forget what just happened. Rocks are placed almost perfectly in rows. The water flowing over the rocks with the sunlight reflecting off the creek was heavenly. I had no clue something so beautiful still existed.

Almost in a trans, I take a stroll around the premises, almost as if my mind was wiped again. But then I remember everything. The horrors give me chills. Reality hits me. I am stuck in a beautiful wilderness, without any shelter, supplies, or most importantly, my friends.

I keep walking, trying to find shelter, or even an animal, any sign of life. After two long hours of complete silence, I hear a slight movement in the bushes. Then, the figure of a girl emerges. She is blonde, with a black leather jacket, jeans, and boots. She is rather attractive but seems quite upset about something. You can tell by the way her head looks at the ground, counting the steps she takes.

"Excuse me?" I shyly say. Speaking alone feels weird, as it's been so long since I've spoken. The girl turns around, startled, looking very cautious.

"Who are you?" The mysterious girl asks.

"My name is Newt," I begin. "I need some help. You see, I am quite lost and very far away from home. Is there any chance you know of any towns or cities nearby that I can find some shelter?"

Before the girl answers the question, she asks, "Where are you from? How did you get here?"

A tad annoyed, I reply, "I'm not actually sure about either of those questions. Have you heard of the scorch? That's where I'm from. I think anyway. But don't worry, I don't have the flare. I'm immune."

"What the hell is the scorch? And what do you mean by immune? The flare? I'm so confused."

"Okay, let me start over." I say, which for some reason makes her smirk. This must be one hell of a place if she's never heard of the flare, or of the scorch. Maybe that mountain man was right. "I am completely lost and lonely and I need somewhere to stay. Can you please help me?"

Intrigued by my accent and my story, she says, "I have just the place."

Relieved, I ask, "What's your name?"

"Clarke Griffin." She replies with a proud smile.

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Thank you so much for reading! I hoped you enjoyed this brief introduction to Immune Grounders! Stay tuned for much more!