My Last Request- Newt Death Cure

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The feeling of her body slamming down against the concrete and debris landing on her skin, was the thing that happened next.

Skylar's eyes flickered open. Her current position was seven feet away from where she was standing. And that place was nothing more than chunks of bricks and smashed concrete.

She twisted her body, still in shock by the sudden blast. Newt was beside her.

Immediately, he stood up. Gun on his hand. Fingers on the trigger. Then fired an instant bullet out. Making a clean kill.

Her eyes didn't witnessed it. She just heard someone screaming. Now a lot of people are. Deep down and around them.

"We have to get down!" He dictate and was now on his feet towards the door.

"Wait!" She called him out. Her left hanging on the barricade. And she pushed herself to look down the building.

Cranks. Piles and piles of cranks. All surrounding the entire structure. Fighting to get inside.

Newt suddenly stormed beside her and did the same. "It's too dangerous going down."

Without a word spoken. He started walking to the other side of the rooftop. Then he put his limped leg up the barricade. "Are you comin' or not?" He didn't look at her. He just blurted.

Her injured arm surprisingly helped her stand up this time. Although her body still in shock, she manage to shuffle her way towards Newt.

Two feet away, another explosion near them thundered through.

With that sudden action, Newt pulled her arm and absently jump to the next roof.

Her body falling three stories down and slamming towards the cement. I'm going to throw up soon.

There was no time for her to recover nor think. Newt was on his feet and was now dragging her to the next building.

One story down. They came falling and running. Falling and running. And another routine of it.

"Newt!" She forcefully pulled herself from his grip. "How long are we going to do this?"

He didn't talk to her. Instead, he went around searching for something. Which made her feel hurt. The day did come. Right now he's not yet killing me. I mean he almost did but we're being chased off so he can't yet. Now I just feel extremely bad.

She caught him staring at her. He nodded back and gestured for her to follow. Their eyes did connect for atleast two second.

The both of them started going down the fire exit. The streets weren't cleared. Cranks roamed around. But it was nothing compared to the cluster of them back at the Red Brick.

My friends. Suddenly it hit her. They're trap back in there.

There were atleast fifteen steps left when she called him out. "What about Roselle, Aaron, and Jarvis, and the others? They're trapped back there."

He didn't stop nor turn back to her. "They can manage themselves. They're cranks. Unlike you." His words started cutting through inside her. "Also why do you care so much about 'em? They're just variables for this buggin' trials right?"

She took her last step down. "They're my friends and I'm not leaving them behind."

"Oh! Of Course you love 'em!" He sarcastically laughed. "But I thought killin' a lot of people just to save a few important lives matter? Isn't that it? WICKED is bloody good." He raised his hands up in the air.

She wanted to answer back. It's only a matter of time before she gets done with his childish attitude right now. No. What am I thinking? He's not childish! He's hurt and betrayed.