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on the road

first, I'd like to list the names so people know whom I'm talking about if you're new to dylmas but not to newtmas.

dylan=thomas

thomas=newt

kaya=teresa

rosa=brenda

kihong=minho

I also lowkey don't ship Brenda n teresa[kiya n rose] but like.... why not.

and those r d actors of the maze runner fandom.  alby, gally, and ava paige are not in this story, sorta. srry.
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These... Skin eaters had no impact on Dylan. They didn't frighten him or make him bitter, or even angry. None of the things other people felt.

He simply watched a skin eater dig into its alive platter, watching the live squirm and yell, but he couldn't save them. It was too late.

He drove past not much infected, seeing the occasional one or two eating at something. Dylan didn't heed, anymore.

He was on the road and for a purpose

 He drove past farms, and broken down buildings, dirt roads, held up cars. But he made it through. He made it through. He'd been driving for pretty long, almost three hours, and he didn't make motility. No sound, no expression. Just those hazed eyes looking out in front of him. And... Surprisingly enough... When he hit the three-hour mark, he saw someone running. Well, jogging. .... Limping, and this sparked Thomas's concern. The boy that was running had three skin eaters on his tail, and he almost fell countless times. He felt bad watching the boy trying not to scream as he fell on his bad leg, because of course

He was smart.

The sound attracts the infected.

His leg was gushing blood, with ruthless amounts of flesh being chunked off

The boy looked immersed with sweat and the walkers were pretty far behind, which gave the boy a head start. No, but... This time... He didn't run away. He ran forward, and Thomas almost thought he'd given up, ready to hop out and take the boy in. But then... The boy knocked one down with a rock; firmly stepping on its head, the blood splattering everywhere, infiltrating the pale skin. And then the second one came to bite his shoulder but he dropped, he dropped like a bag of rocks and hit the zombies head hardly with some massive rock, and he kept hitting and kept going. Even when the infected was perfectly still, he took all of the anger out into the head of the dead, and let out heartless sobs. choking over his own wrenching mourns, repeating something unable of hearing, not caring that he'd probably called out all the infected on the block.

This truly looked so contrite, And Thomas couldn't drive away, he just couldn't. He tossed aside everything in his vocabulary about being strong, and never feeling emotion, because... He felt dreadful right now. He'd watched many people cry and seen many die before him but... This one was different. Thomas didn't know why it just was.

So he ran over, pulling the boy away from the rock, having the boy squirming, setting into panic before Thomas said: "it's okay, calm down, stop, stop." And he said it in his most soothing voice, to show he wasn't a skin eater. To show he had a beating heart, and working brain.

"Come here...."
lifting the boy up, helping him walk to the car, placing him in tenderly, while the boy tried covering his face to hide all of his tears and emotion that were free to the world.  The boy obviously conveyed he didn't care, and Thomas began driving, hearing the sniffles from the blonde next to him. he wondered why the blonde was alone, and why the boy's leg was as fucked up as shown. why didn't he have a weapon, and how had he survived his long, but only one question came out of Dylan's mouth. He'd treated him with raw emotion and care, making sure not to hurt him.

"What's your name?"
It  also came out gruffer then he liked, and sounded like a no choice question

But it got the job done.

"Thomas."
the blonde coughed out, looking at his leg

"Yeah, uhm..... Thanks. I would have been fresh meat.."

"It's okay. Do you have anywhere you need to go?"
Dylan asked softly, also taking a peek at Thomas's leg that... It looks really bad, and... Though Dylan might have the supplies, it'd most likely use them all up.

"Is it a... Bite? Scratch?"

"No. Just a shot wound."

The awkward air in the car didn't clear up, even as Thomas wiped his teary eyes. Upon closer inspection, Dylan had found out who Thomas was.
"and... no, but I understand if you want to leave me somewhere."

Dylan's mind sidetracked from the north station, and on to Thomas's voice. how had he not noticed that accent? he then paid attention to Thomas's outfit, he must be drenched.

Desperately trying to sidetrack from the fact that... He knew Thomas. He went to college with him. It made him squirm,  for a reason he couldn't quite understand yet. He just remembered those... Laughs, and... Those incredible presentations. What he would wear, how he would talk, how he walked... Thomas was so set in it all. Dylan was entranced in it all.

"We can uhm- pause here, and go into the back to fix that up."
Dylan nodded to Thomas's leg, and to the back of the truck. The truck was very conveniently huge, and had a lot of seat space, well... Moveable seats.

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Dylan laughed at Thomas's very extra limp and hearing Thomas laugh made Dylan's day just that bit brighter.

"You know... I remember you, right?"

And Dylan silently nodded, lifting the blonde into the back after locking the doors.
"From college. You were an inspiration to all the amateur actors."

"What an honour."
Dylan groaned, crawling back in with Thomas. He felt weird touching someones leg, but then reminded himself... He's done the same to animals.  Wich... Oddly enough, turned off the emotional part in him again. And, he no longer felt that brightness Thomas gave him. It was weird.

He grabbed his calf gently, hearing Thomas hiss the slightest. He had to see the wound and tried slowly rolling up the pant cuffs. They didn't role up far, so Dylan sighed. His shoulders sagged, really wanting this to be done quickly, but he knew it wouldn't be.

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They were back on the road. After a very awkward for Thomas moment. But they where. Back on the road...