𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗙𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗬 𝗖𝗔𝗠𝗘 and replaced the painful daylight. We stopped and camped under a rubble in the middle of Scorch. We sat around the fire in silence, still feeling the pain of losing Winston.
"I thought we were supposed to be Immune," Minho said, breaking the silence.
"Not all of us, I guess," Teresa replied.
"If Winston can get infected we should assume so can the rest of us," said Newt.
"Not me nor Thomas," I chimed in.
"Huh? What do you mean?" Newt asked, looking at me with brows creased in confusion.
I sat a little taller, "Me and Thomas are Immunes. I knew it since we were kids but you guys..." I sighed, "I don't know if you are immune or what."
Some of them nod, the others pursed their lips, and some of them stayed silent.
"I never thought I would say it..." Frypan sniffed, "I miss the Glade."
Everyone didn't say any word but I can see that they shared the same homesickness with Frypan.
A wave of guilt suddenly rushed in me. "This is all my fault... I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have drag you guys here. I shouldn't have go with my dad and work for WICKED." I cried. "I-I shouldn't... I—" I couldn't hold it anymore, I sobbed vigorously as I felt Newt hugged me.
"Shhh..." he shushed, "it's not your buggin' fault, okay?"
I didn't respond and continued to cry.
He broke away from the embrace and put his hand on my chin, making me to look at him. "(Y/n), it's never been your fault, okay? You are just doing your shucking job and you helping us to go here? It's not a mistake and I am very thankful that you gave us the freedom we always wanted. Thank you (Y/n)."
I hugged him tighter and I could tell that he was shocked because he hesitated for a second before hugging me back. "Thank you Newt. Thank you for being a very good friend," I smiled at him.
He smiled back, but he looked off, his eyes were somehow sad. No, maybe I'm just seeing things wrong. Maybe it's just the fire reflecting on his eyes that made it look like sad.
"(Y/n), we are grateful that you help us escape; and if I would given a chance to choose between there or here, I would rather die here, experiencing freedom than being there with those shucking tubes attached to my body," Minho said and pat my back.
"Yes, thank you so much (Y/n)," Aris muttered and I gave him a small smile.
"Alright shanks, we need an eye shut. Good night and try not to pee on your pants," Minho said and laid down on the ground.
I crawled beside Teresa and slept next to her.
"(Y/n)?" she asked.
"Mhmm."
"Thank you," she said and pulled the cloth under her chin.
I stared at the sky, sprinkled with millions of stars with the thought of home. Mom, picnic and hikings on the nature preserves, my unborn baby brother. I cried silently and finally drifted into a dreamless slumber.
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Daylight came with its usual warm and burning greeting when we started to move again. We walked with the usual silence, only the gushes of the wind and our heavy breathing heard. We're clearly running out of food and water and the mountains were very far from us. We wouldn't make it. We'll die here in hunger and dehydration or even heat stroke.
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𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗧𝗢 𝗬𝗢𝗨 | newt x reader (ON HOLD)
Fanfiction(Y/n) was a scientist in WICKED. She was working there with her father, Janson. But her life changed when the Maze trials ended. She finally met her friends again, Thomas and Teresa and the Gladers. She knew that they didn't remember her anymore an...
