My True Pack.

Chapter 15

Thomas's Point of View.

"...Can-can we stop for a freaking minute?" I heard Isaac yelled from the back.

I looked at my right and saw Minho rolling his eyes. "What the shuck now?"

I slowed my pace and saw that Scott's pack was pretty much down. And they're the ones that are supernatural. I made a sign with my hand for everyone to stop.

"It's been just three hours. What's the problem?" I asked.

"That it has been three hours! For God's sake, Stil-Thomas, we're not machines." Liam exclaimed between breaths.

"We should camp for the day." Scott said.

I looked around and all I saw was sand. Literally sand. Then, I looked at my watch 2:50 pm. I gave a sarcastic laugh. "No. It's not even three pm. We run now. Like I told you, your lives depend of it."

"How are you five not tired?" Lydia whispered pointing at Me, Brenda, Jorge, Minho and Mark.

"We ran a huge maze back in the Glade. We ran all the Scorch and we ran in the Last City as well. We pretty much ran everytime, we are used to it." Minho explained.

"And I ran to survive the Scorch." Mark shrugged.

"Look, Stiles, we need a break. We need water. We need food!" Scott whined.

"First of all, my name is Thomas. And second, you're going to die first if you continue with that bullshit." I threw my hands in the air.

"Stiles, what happened to you? What's so damn important about Newt?"

"You're the one that wants to see him so much. And my name's Thomas."

He crossed his arms. "Stiles Stilinsk--."

"You have two choices, alright? Either you gain my trust. Thomas's trust or you dwell on the fact that Stiles Stilinski is dead." I cut him off harshly.

"Sti-"

"That's no longer who I am, Scott. You have your pack, mine is incomplete. We need to find Newt."

"Why?"

"Because they are my true pack." I confessed and started running.

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After we ran five more hours, the sun was going down. And we need to find a shelter. Those fucking Cranks were out there and were curious about us.

"We need to find shelter. And fast." Mark whispered to my ear.

"I know." I replied.

"Look, Thomas. This might be the Flare getting to my head but I have a feeling that they're watching us."

I turned around to try and see the background but it was getting dark and few thing were visible. I couldn't even see half of Scott's pack and that bothered me. It bothered me so much.

"If we're going to the secret W.I.C.K.E.D city. We need to be at least 5 persons. I'm afraid that if we don't find shelter soon, we'll be short of five persons." Mark loaded his gun.

I knew it. I knew that in the first day, we would lose someone. Gosh. I needed to do something.

"Alright, people, listen up!" I yelled. "It's getting dark and as you can see from the distance. There's an abandoned building a few miles from here. We're going to make a run for it. I don't want any excuses. This time. Running will save your life for real."