Newt hobbled along through the dirt and cracked pavement, his head hurt like hell and he wanted to collapse and sleep. But he knew what he had to do, who he had to find.
He stumbled through the sand of the scorch, not nearly as dangerous now that WICKED wasn't trying to kill him every minute. It was still tough though, he had barely any water, and even though he had just passed the Crank city, it was still a long way to the mountains, where he thought they were located.
He couldn't explain why his head felt clearer now, or the fact that he no longer wanted to die. All he knew was one thing. He had to find Thomas.
