ᴜɴᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ

Not Alone

[Y/N P.O.V]

We trecked through the wreckage of a once-thriving city. The buildings were fallen over, nothing but a broken pile of rubble. Sand crunched underfoot, the sun abusing us. Thomas and I were upfront, my bow slung across my chest, arrow bag on my back. Every now and then I caught him glancing at me, small looks that made my heart flutter, sometimes it was a tiny shared smirk. But in a world like this, happiness was rare. Abruptly, the boy stopped, putting his arm out to halt the group.

"Can you guys hear that?", he questioned.

A distant rumble of an engine sounded, the wind picking up slightly. The chopping of helicopters sliced the air.

Wicked.

"Go, go, hide!", Thomas yelled, grabbing my hand as we dashed off to take cover.

We all crouched under a fallen concrete slab that balanced on two rocks, watching while the machines flew off. Once they were far away, just slightly still in view, we gathered again.

"They're looking for us", I stated, "we can't stop moving".

"She's right", Thomas said, "if we don't want to be caught be better get to The Right Arm".

"And fast", Minho finished, giving the sky one last look.

Concerned expressions were shared, our travelling continuing. Sand slipped through my fingers as we climbed a dune, everyone on the top of it, viewing the mountains. They seemed miles from us but if we wanted to finally leave wicked, we had to keep moving. A clatter sounded, Winston sliding down, coughing and wheezing. Dashing over to him, he had his eyes clamped shut in pain, reaching and gripping onto my hand tightly. I looked up to Thomas, the boy momentarily staring before he looked out to the mountains again. There's one thing I knew for sure and that was that Winston couldn't walk. Glancing out our supplies, a thought came into my head. Gently letting his arm drop, I gathered the things I needed, the group watching in confusion. Tying and fixing the items together, I created a sledge to carry him on.

"Someone help me get him on here", I ordered, Newt coming to my aid. 

••••

Hours passed and we were still trecking on. My fingers were red and blistered from pulling Winston along, my muscles were burning but I ignored it, knowing my friend was in more pain. There was not a single cloud in the sky, making the sun shine brighter, my skin on fire. At least I had my clothing to protect myself from getting burnt. By now, everyone was dragging their feet, muttering about their exhaustion yet Thomas was determined to follow through with the plan. His hope was to get there in a couple of days but we all knew it wasn't possible. 

"Hey, Tommy, maybe we should take a break", Newt spoke, stopping. 

The brunette sighed, nodding lightly as we all gladly sat under a rock structure. My joints found relief when I sat down, Thomas dropping down next to me. I gave him a small smile, the gesture returned. Ever since the time I met him in the maze, there's always been something about him that I couldn't quite place. I often found myself wondering what I found so captivating about him. Maybe it was his determination or maybe it was because even when things are wrong, he gives me hope. A soft hand laced with mine, my eyes meeting Thomas'. 

"Well get to the Right Arm, I know we will", he said quietly, glancing at Winston, "we all will". 

Nodding softly, I gazed out in the distance, noticing Teresa standing at the top of a dune. Following my line of vision, Thomas sighed, "she's been acting different since we escaped". 

I squeezed his fingers, the corners of my mouth pricking up, "I'll go talk to her, girl to girl". 

He smiled slightly, allowing me to get to my feet, our hands brushing apart. Grainy sand sunk underneath me as I approached her, the blue of her eyes glowing in the sun.