TMR/TBS Imagines

Newt // Cranks (Pt.2)

We were rudely woken up by Thomas's loud shouts at a crow pecking at our bags. We stirred on the hard ground before agreeing we should get up and start heading further away from Wicked. Thomas was the first one up before Winston and Fry.

"You alright, love?" Newt asked wiping away a piece of hair stuck to my sweaty forehead. I nodded with a fake smile. I knew he saw right through, but he didn't comment on it. He only stood up and held hands arms out for me.

I took them and let him pull me off the ground. Only I didn't make it halfway off the ground to Newt when the pain returned. I hissed and fell into Newt while clutching my chest.

"Love you're not alright. Let me see it," Newt said moving my shirt. I didn't move though inside his arms while I gripped onto his scarf. The burning pain was spreading out of my chest and into my arms and stomach. The blistering heat wasn't helping my situation at all.

After another minute of gladers complaining about getting up, they prepared themselves for a gruesome day inside the scorch. Newt made sure his arm was under mine as we exited the broken hall of the mall.

The walk wasn't so much as bad as the rubble we were trying to maneuver through. The broken building suddenly ended as we came go a large ledge over looking the destroyed city.

For miles, we could see destroyed and abandoned buildings, shattered glass and metal littering the streets and sand burying different items underneath it. Not a single thing moved though, meaning nothing was living inside it which made me feel uneasy and relived. I felt grateful we wouldn't run into any more cranks but if the people weren't here, where were they?

"Come on guys," Thomas said leading us down a path until we touched solid ground instead of a broken building. I was panting into Newt's shoulder as we all stood at the bottom. The large cuts were making it hard to breath. 

"You're alright love. I've got you," Newt whispered as we continued walking.

We marched down the dust covered street closer towards the mountains we could see mikes and miles off. Everything was silent except for our footsteps and the occasional grumbling of someone's stomach.

"It looks like we're in bloody hell. Always thought you'd end up here one day, Minho, but not me," Newt said breaking the silence. I giggled at Newt's small comment. It was just that- small- but it was a joke that reminded me of the glade. The safe, comfortable and friend filled glade. Wherever we were now was a nightmare.

"Hey wait!" Thomas called from the back of the group. We spun around to see him staring up at the sky. "Do you hear that?"

It took a moment, but we could hear the faint spinning of blades: plane blades. But why would there be an airplane inside the scorch?

"Quick, everybody hide!" Thomas yelled before scurrying under a large slab of broken concrete. We followed closely behind and looked up at the sky.

The sun made it difficult to make out the large black machine cut through the air. It looked different than a regular airplane. It was shaped into its four large circular blades pushing it off the ground.

"I've heard about those. They're called bergs," Aris chimed in. "Jansen said they're the only way to get around nowadays."

"Do you- do you think they're looking for us?" I asked weakly. Everyone dodged my question and crawled out back onto the road.

"We need to keep going," Thomas said. Newt slipped his hand into mine again and squeezed it.

"Don't worry, love. As long as I'm alive, nothing's gonna happen to you," he said looking down at my chest- the chest covered in dried blood and black veins. I guess we were just gonna ignore my state until we couldn't and honestly I was alright with that.