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Sam
"I'm impressed." Jorge starts, sending us a sassy smirk. "You guys almost lasted a whole day."
I chuckle from next to Newt, patting his chest as Thomas asks, "you okay?"
Newt nods, and grins at Brenda, who had turned around in her seat to stare at all of us. She smirks.
Thomas chuckles, shaking his head, "I'm sorry, I didn't want to bring you guys into this."
Brenda sends Jorge a look, and he shakes his curly hair. Before Frypan pipes up, "I think what he was trying to say was thank you for saving us."
"You're welcome." Brenda smiles, as she sends me a subtle wink.
"Don't get your hopes up, that checkpoint back there was the city's last one. If that was overrun, there's chances that the city is too." Jorge says.
"Yeah." Newt begins, "I don't think so. They seem to have an obsession with walls."
Jorge pulls the car over as the city of Denver comes into view. I gulp, shuffling around with my jacket sleeves as I begin to try to figure out a way of getting inside of the walls.
Thomas lays a hand on my arm, and gives me a reassuring smile, "we'll find a way." He mutters, obviously sensing my stressed state.
And that was how we found our way into the streets around Denver city's walls.
Jorge had parked the jeep at the side of the cracked and unrecognisable road, and then we had been on foot through the decaying buildings.
"That's our way through!" Thomas yells out, over the shouts and cries of the protesting angry people.
I squint up at the walls, there was a huge gap between the perfect structure that circled all of the way around the city, apart from here.
We all push and shove through the flailing arms before reaching the front of the crowd, where several whirring and clicking sounds could now be heard.
"Look, guys. We've got to go now!" Newt shouts over the noise, dodging limbs that flailed around violently. He gestures to the people behind us, with cut up bottles as gas masks, bulletproof vests and machine guns strapped to their backs.
They were coming for us.
Jorge pulls out a pistol as the group of armed men come closer and closer, shoving through the crowd too.
