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

Chapter 5

 Casey POV 

     I look from the shattered car, to the others (mainly Newt though), then behind me, where there is an alarming amount of cranks staggering their way towards us. 

     "You have a plan, Thomas?" Newt asks, his voice edged with panic, and maybe a little bit of sarcasm. "Uhhh....shoot them." Thomas answers, holding up his gun and looking very unsure of himself. 

     Unfortunately, that plan only works for approximately five seconds, before we run out of bullets. "Now what?" I ask, scanning the remaining cranks. There are still a lot of them, so there is no way in hell that we're getting out of this alive. 

     Luckily, we don't have to come up with another plan, or die in a horrible way. 

     I see a truck charging its way towards us, and driving it is none other than Jorge, along with Brenda in the passenger seat. 

     They make their way over to us, and we all climb into the truck, as they speed away out of the tunnel and away from the cranks. 

     I look over at Newt, who is sitting beside me. I expect him to look happy or relieved, but instead he looks worried. 

     "Hey, are you okay?" I ask him, laying my hand down on his right forearm. He flinches slightly, but turns to look at me with a half smile. "Yeah love, I'm fine." He says. 

     Even though he's trying to act like nothing is wrong, I can tell something happened. I just have to figure out what. 

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     We soon arrive to the outskirts of the city, looking out at the tall solid looking walls that wrap all the way around it. 

     "You know, it's funny." Newt says, stepping out of the car and squinting at the wall in the distance. "A few months ago we spent all of our time trying to break out of Wicked, and now we're trying to break back in." Frypan gives Newt an unimpressed look. "Yeah Newt, it's hilarious." He says sarcastically. I glare daggers at Frypan, but he nor Newt seem to notice. 

     A few minutes later, we make our way down to a market that's near the city walls. 

     One of the streets we're on has a parade of sturdy and well fortified looking trucks. Sitting on the top of some of them are soldiers, dressed in all black with a black mask covering their entire head. One of the guards, however, is staring very intently at us. That is, if I could see his eyes I feel like he'd be staring. I ignore it though, and continue following the group to the wall. 

     We finally make it to the base of the wall, where there is currently a riot already happening. Although, we are apparently not stopping where everyone else is. Thomas, of course, goes charging through the crowd, and straight towards the base of the wall, completely ignoring us as we yell at him to come back. 

     As he walks, however, large guns from the top of the wall start to move down towards him. So, like the perfectly logical people we are, we run after Thomas and pull him back, just as the wall starts to shoot at us and everyone else. 

     We run as fast as we can, and as we are nearing the safety of the market, some of the soldiers from before pull us aside and herd us into several black vans. Then we are whisked away to who knows where. 

     It is a very awkward car ride, with a bunch of faceless guards staring at Frypan, Jorge and I. Unfortunately, Newt and I got separated into different trucks while we were running away. I just really hope that he's okay, and that I will see him again soon. 

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     The moment the truck stops, Jorge springs up and starts demanding where Brenda is. He even goes as far as to throw one of the guards out of the back of the truck and onto the pavement below. He then jumps on top of the guard and starts yelling at him again. 

     In that process, Brenda comes running towards Jorge, telling him that she's okay. 

     I jump out of the truck a moment later, and run over to an identical one right beside it. It only takes a second to find the ginger haired Brit, and two more to go over and hug him. 

     Newt returns my embrace, and whispers reassuring things into my ear. 

     Our reunion is cut short though, when one of the soldiers comes up to us. "You alright?" He asks. There is something familiar about his voice, but I can't quite figure out what. 

     Thomas storms towards him. "Who are you?" He demands. The soldier pauses for a moment, as if contemplating something, then takes off his mask. 

     "Hey greenie." Says Gally.