Newt was tired, he was always tired. He would never sleep, never could sleep. He would just lie awake in the dark listening the other cranklings breathe. The bodies were piling up and the supplies were becoming scarce. Even as frightening and sick as it was each person was rooting for another to die. The less of them alive, the less people to split the food between. Eventually there would be no food left and they would start to move onto the humans or worse begin to eat each other!
Two days later insanity took another. Leaving fifteen cranklings still sane, still alive!
I gasped as the fifteen of us entered the cave, as Colin's body bled, strung up limp on the wall an enormous rocky spike sticking through his waist. His head lolling recklessly from side to side grazing the back of his neck badly on the wall behind him. "Another suicide" Matt shouted turning around "CN 18, Colin Stutterman,"
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13 Symptoms of Going Crazy
Fanfiction"Kill me Tommy," Newt's eyes pleading for some way out of his misery "Kill me!" Meet Newt. The new Newt. After Thomas refuses to kill him. Newt starts afresh and joins the other unfortunate teens in the caves that border the W.I.C.K.E.D tower. His...
