Maze Runner: The Death Cure (Fan Fiction) Newt X Casey

Chapter 4

Newt POV 

     I watch as we pass into an old broken town, more so a bunch of dusty faded warning signs and a few abandoned shacks, but same thing I guess. 

     The thing that catches my attention the most, however, is the sketchy gate with sketchy warning signs about 'virus decontamination', along with the sketchy gaping tunnel ahead of us. 

     This is what I call a 'Thomas Plan'. The kind of plan that he doesn't think through, the kind of plan that is absolutely insane to go through with, the kind of plan that will most definitely get at least one of us killed. 

     We all get out of the car, and stare at the large black hole in front of us. 

     "You know," I say, squinting into the darkness. "if I were a crank, this is exactly where I would want to be." I turn my gaze on a very uncertain looking Thomas. Of course. 

     "I think this is the only way to go. Through that tunnel." Thomas says slowly, staring down at the map in his hands, as if he thinks that if he stares at it for long enough I would stop giving him a skeptical look. 

     Finally, I give in. "Alright, lets go." I say with a sigh. 

     I walk over to the back door of the car, but before I can get in, Casey rests her hand over mine, which is on the door handle. 

     "I have a bad feeling about this." She says quietly, looking at me with deep concern. "We'll be fine." I say, trying to sound reassuring, even though that's the last thing I'm feeling right now. "I won't let anything happen to you, I promise." I add, pulling her into a hug. She wraps her arms around my neck, and I stroke her long soft hair. 

     A few moments later, we're in the car, and driving into the tunnel. 

     We are quickly enveloped into the shadows, and ahead of us is total darkness. That is, until Frypan turns the headlights on. 

     All around us is a lot of sand, dust, and dirt. Along with a few broken down cars. 

     I feel Casey slide her hand into mine, and I close my fingers around it, squeezing it gently. 

     "Let's just take it slow." Thomas suggests. "As if we were going to go tearing down this bloody tunnel." I grumble internally. Still, it is agonizing to drive this slow through a probably crank infested place, but it is the safest option.

     A few tense minutes later, I see a humanoid figure ahead, and my anxiety spikes dramatically. Apparently Casey sees it too, since she's gripping my hand tighter now. 

     "Okay, lets just go around it." Thomas orders calmly, although I can pick up a hint of alarm in his voice. 

     Frypan slowly swerves to the right, although I'm still staring at the crank, as it glares at us, but doesn't move. 

     Once we have passed it, I look over at Casey, who looks very nervous. She stares at me for a moment, starting to calm down, before she sees something behind me, and gasps in terror. 

     I turn around and come face to face with a different crank. 

     She's a lot more human-ish than the other one, but still looks totally out of her mind. She pounds on the glass window, smearing a weird yellow substance all over it. 

    A moment later, another crank lurches its way over to Casey's window, and she backs away, closer to my body. I wrap one of my arms protectively around her shoulder, and she presses herself even closer to me.

     Soon, our entire car is surrounded by cranks, and Frypan just decides to floor it. We race down the tunnel, running over a few cranks in the process. 

     I start to see the end of the tunnel, and hope flares inside of me, that is, until Frypan tries to swerve around a car. He makes it past, but he's going too fast, and the car tips to the side. I have just enough time to wrap myself around Casey, so I can shield her from the impact. 

     As we crash however, the sleeve on my right forearm catches on something, leaving my skin exposed. Seconds later, I feel a searing pain go through my arm, as I'm assuming a piece of glass from the window slashed across it. I can't see though, since my view is blocked by Casey's hair. 

     "Are you alright, love?" I ask, as I regain the ability to speak. "Y-yeah." Casey answers, with a shaky voice. 

     The four of us slowly make our way out of the upside down car, but when I look behind me, my stomach drops. There are at least twenty cranks staggering their way towards us, and we have very little to defend ourselves with. 

     I reach down to get a shotgun that lay near me, but as I do, I catch a glimpse of my right forearm, and see a long scratch oozing blood. 

     Unease prickles throughout me. "Maybe it's just a normal scratch, maybe I'm okay." But something is telling me that I'm not okay. Something is telling me, that I'm infected now.