Our World Stage | The Death Cure {FANFIC} 3/3 SERIES COMPLETED• ✓

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The whole city was destroyed. Its like Atlantis on land. Cranks were chewing on dead rats, while others were watching a fist fight go down.
Some were smoking cigars on the decks of their ruined homes, or drinking old alcohol out of a canteen.
Jorge was leading, with Thomas and Brenda behind him, and me and Minho behind them.

The smell.
Yuck.
Imagine walking into a public restroom that had been shitted on for over two decades.

Thats what it smelled like outside.

The sight of the cranks made it much worse. In one way, I felt kind of bad for them, eating on mice and barely having any protection. Then again, I see them as W.I.C.K.E.Ds creations.

Subjects.

There were about a group of three cranks on our left side piling up.

Rule number one in order to survive the scorch:
Never make eye contact with anyone. Unless they're Janson or Ava Paige, and you are screaming out on them.

Rule number two:
Be aware of your surroundings.
At any moment, bergs can fly over you. Maybe mutant cranks for all I know.

Rule number three:
Don't lose your group.
Your group - your new family.

The word family has a new meaning to me now.
It isn't my mother, Teresa, and Ratman...
Its The gladers

While we were walking, a group of five cranks were coming toward us.

"Don't make eye contact" Jorge said to everyone, but not loud enough for the monsters to hear.

It'll sound crazy to hear them, but, I was actually kind of scared of them. Sure I've been face to face with a crank before (mom), but these ones.... I don't even know who they are, what they want, or of they're aggressive. Maybe they're hunting down their next meal, which, might as well be us.

I hooked my arm with Minhos' and placed my head on his shoulder.

"Sleepy?" He asked in a quiet tone.

I didn't answer.

The cranks muffling noises became louder as we approached them closer.

"That one, short hair, brunette, big eyes" said one of them with a golden tooth, point to Brenda, then chuckling away with the rest.

I looked over at Brenda, who didn't pay attention to them, but I became worried for her.

I placed my hand to the belt containing supplies. A CZ-17 in this case. But maybe I should go lighter, if they notice the gun... They'll know we're predators.
I gently got one of my knives I had found in the abandoned mall, and shifted it up my sleeve, handle up.

Just in case.

I looked up, and saw Brendas arm being snatched by the crank.
She attempted to kick free, along with Thomas trying to save her.

Jorge was cornered by the rest of the cranks.

Minho and I were running towards them.

I took out my knife, and without even thinking straight, I pushed it into the cranks arm,who was holding Brenda.

The crank let out a nauseous scream and his rotting tongue was left for the world to see.

The world stopped for a moment.

The cranks surround Jorge began to walk closer to us, and the ones that held Minho ran off.

The crank I had just attacked looked me in the eyes, but I stared down at its big nose instead, obeying rule number one.