A teenage boy lay unconscious on the crumbling road running though Denver. He woke to the sound of a Berg hovering over the city.
He was filled with an animal like rage; Thomas should have killed him. Why was he still alive? If he ever saw that good for nothing, little shuck fa-
Newt, he scolded himself. Calm down. There is no bloody reason to hate Tommy.
He tried to stand up. His head throbbed with pain. Newt held his head, groaning. He limped towards where the Berg was trying to land.
Newt noticed that the Berg's hatch was opening; he nervously approached the aircraft. Once the hatch was fully open, he was greeted by men with guns pointed at him.
Adrenaline pumping through his veins, Newt ran like an army of Grievers were after him. He ran for five minutes, then stopped.
He collapsed on the cracked asphalt, gasping for air.
Newt looked to see if the armed men were after him; they weren't.
He closed his eyes and slept.
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The Cure
FanfictionAfter the Immunes left the main land, a Berg lands in Denver. On it, are revolutionary vaccines; the cure for the Flare. A teenage girl, Skylor, and others who work for the mysterious organization, look for "Cranks" to distribute the cure to.
