TMR/TBS Imagines

Newt // Protector (Pt.2) *REQUEST*

* A part two to the Protector imagine was requested a couple times in the comments but the original idea came from mookahlatte
I hope you all like how it turned out!
HAPPY NEWT DAY!! *

Third person POV

The group traveled again the next day right after Thomas woke everyone up to insane yelling. They started along a narrow highway, covered in debris and sand piling up above their heads. When they finally had a good glimpse of where the were headed, the boy Winston got worse, thanks to his spreading infection.

The group made a makeshift stretcher to pull him through the sand until they could get to a doctor to treat his wounds. Only, he gave up.

He begged for gun hidden inside one of the backpacks until Newt ended up giving it him. The boy was in immense pain, and Newt wanted that pain to be over for him. A minute after the group left him, the sound of a gunshot echoed across the sand in all directions.

Thomas had stopped the group a little before nightfall where they camped out with a small fire burning some of the rubble the found. It was clear in the wet cheeks and sad eyes they Frypan was taking Winston's death the hardest.

For the second day in a row, they were woken up by Thomas's screaming, except it was more scratchy today from the lack of water. It was still the middle of the night so the giant outline of lights off in the distance wouldn't have been seen in the daytime. They knew that if there were lights, then there were people.

The kids started running towards the lights once a giant strike of lighting touched ground only a small ways away from them and getting closer. The kids tried their hardest to dodge every bolt striking the ground close to them, but one of them hadn't been so lucky.

Minho was hit, and was dragging into the dark building where CPR was performed to save his life. In the end, he woke up groaning and worrying how his hair looked.

After almost being attacked by a crank in a room filled with them on chains, a girl appeared with the idea of them being saved. They reluctantly followed her past the cranks who had already passed the gone, and through cranks who weren't quite there yet. Either way, Newt made (Y/N) walk directly beside him with his hand brushing up against hers as they walked. He didn't want to lose her in this chaos.

They met a man named Jorge who the girl, who's name was Brenda, introduced to them. He was skeptical on the idea of the kids being able to actually survive the scorch, since so many grown adults hadn't been able to, but when he found they came from Wicked, he was more than happy to let them hang around. Literally.

He had his henchmen tie each of the kids up with ropes around their ankles and suspended them over a deep hole. In all fairness, the kids probably should have not entered the dark building in the first place.

"Can you reach the ties?" Newt asked (Y/N) after they had been dangling for half an hour.

"Of course she can't, shank," Minho piped up in an annoyed voice. "If she could, she would have told us a shucking half hour ago." Newt rolled his eyes but still looked at (Y/N) for an answer.

She curled her head and back upwards to grab onto the rope around her leg, but her hand missed by only a few inches. Plus, if she had untied herself, where was she to go? The only thing that would do would force her to fall down into the hole below her.

"No," she groaned as the pain in her abs from reaching took the breath out of her. "But I think I have an idea."

(Y/N)'s idea worked- they swung Teresa over towards the panel where she lowered herself to ground level and untied her legs. They were able to then swing the rest until everyone was standing on the ground floor. Halfway through their escape however, the loud whirring of a helicopter sounded above them, telling them that Wicked had in fact found them.