Beginnings NewtXReader

Tunnel

Newt's POV

We have been driving for a while, a day or two actually. But we have finally made it to the tunnels, or well, roads that lead to the last city. Denver. But something wasn't right as we pulled up. 

"Uhhh, Thomas, I know I'm stating the obvious but....this place don't look right" Frypan said as he stopped the car in front of the entrance to the large dark, bloody scary lookin tunnel.
We all filed out of the car and stood in front of it.

"I don't mean to sound to negative here, but if I was a crank that is Exactly, where I would be" I said to Tommy as he stared into the tunnel.
"I know Newt, but it is the only way to get to Denver without having to go around the whole mountain, and that will take days, and we don't have that kind of time"
I groaned "Alright, I'm with you Tommy. I call shotgun" I said walking back to the truck and seating myself in the passengers side. Frypan followed, driving, and Tommy got in the back and sat in the middle so he could see through the front windshield between Frypan and I.

We are driving through the tunnel now. There are broken and old, turned over cars everywhere. Trash and sleeping bags, clothes, groceries, littered the streets.
I had my flashlight shining out my window scanning in front of us and to the sides when it landed on a crank. He was standing in the middle of the roan a little ways in front of us.
"uhhhhh Tommy?" I said craning my neck to see him.
"It's alright, its just one, take it nice and slow"
"Alright, nice and slow" Frypan whispered, more to himself. No was was I keeping my arm sticking out the window anymore. I pulled my arm through the window, turned off my flashlight and rolled the window up. 

Frypan was driving pretty slow, turning and avoiding any debris in the road. We were alost past the crazed crank when another one, a blonde woman came up beside Tommy's window.
"Help me! Help me please" She begged trying to pull on the door handle, she was looking between Thomas and the crank in the road. She looks like she hasn't been past the gone for very long. Her hair was still somewhat nice looking, her clothes were a little torn. Her skin was almost flawless, besides a few patches of dirt here and there. But her eyes, you can see it in her eyes, she was gone. Whoever this woman was before she was sick was gone, or biggin close to it.

There was a bang on my window, I jerked me head to see, a crank. This was was way worse then the blonde woman at Tommy's window. He was covered in black veins they went everywhere, riddled his face. His mouth looked like a deep black hole, couldn't see anything, black liquid was pooling in his mouth and overflowing onto his chin. He was screaming incoherent words, you couldn't understand a bloody thing.

"Frypan GO!" Tommy yelled. Then the crank we were originally trying to avoid jumped up onto our front windshield. More and more cranks were running at our car. 

Frypan is going quite fast now but the crank on our window won't budge and Fry's been jerking the car back and forth, left and right.
The cranks thrusted its fist at the windshield, nothing. Fry swerved the car and the crank slipped a little but came right back up and punched the window again. This time the spiderweb cracks spread across the whole windshield. Another punch and we would have a big problem.
"Everyone hold On I've Got An Idea" Fry then swerved the car again. I held onto the handle above my head and braced my feet on the floor. Frypan swung the crank so it was hanging off the drivers side door, then he drove very close to a broken down truck, ramming the crank on the side of it. 

"And That's How You Do It" Frypan said and he was right. we are now crank free, but only halfway through the tunnel with a mob of crazzies behind us.
"FRYPAN LOOK OUT!" Tommy yelled. I turned my head and then felt it, we are flipping over. I braced myself, with all of my strength.