Summer...
The dust clouded around. Making it impossible to see or breathe for a brief second, until it died down again when everything calmed down. I could feel the hard ceiling of our jeep under my back, one of the screws burying into my spine. The car got filled with groans and coughs after everyone managed to wrap their head around what has just happened.
"Everyone okay?" Thomas asked, flashing his flashlight around. I don't even know when have I lost mine.
"My hand," Fry muttered something about his hand. Probably hit it during the crash. Let's hope he didn't break it because that would be a vast complication. I had a feeling as if I had a runny nose. And a bad case of it at that. God, why now?
"We should get out," I said raspily, because of the excessive amount of dust that got into my system. I should be probably glad I haven't choked on coughs yet.
"Fry, cover your eyes," Thomas said. He moved a bit closer to me to have a bigger space so he could kick the window. The glass shattered from the impact of Thomas' boot and he climbed through it. "Sum, stay there, we'll get you out through your side of the door."
"Why?" I asked, confused by the weird order of Thomas.
"Just wait." He said simply walking to Fry's door to open them.
"You okay there love?" Newt asked from the front but I was too afraid to even move, worried about the pain that it might cause.
"Mhm." I hummed not really believing my voice right now.
"Fry, go around," Thomas said. Newt went to work on opening his side of the door. He started kicking into them until they opened causing him to fall through, rolling onto the dusty ground. "Newt, you okay?"
"Yeah, I think so." Realizing I can't actually stay here forever I moved closer to the door, kicking into them. Tho they haven't move even an inch. I groaned and went to kick again when suddenly the door opened causing me to fall through.
"Ugh."
"Oh shit, you okay love?" Newt asked worriedly, reaching down towards me and pulling me up. My head was spinning slightly once I got pulled up to my feet but I regained my stability rather quickly.
"Yeah, fine." I breathed out, leaning on him slightly.
"Are you sure?" He asked skeptically as he went to touch my face but I pushed him away.
"Yes, I'm fine. Why is everyone so concerned?"
"Cause you've got a ton of blood pouring from your nose." Newt deadpanned with an eye roll, too used to my bullshit already, taking a handkerchief and swiping it lightly under my nose, to show me a blood-covered piece of fabric seconds later. Oh my god, suddenly I feel even more light-headed. "Don't panic, that was probably only from the crash," Newt assured me, helping me clean up the rest of the blood. I noticed how light my hand felt. Where the hell is my gun?
"Shit." I cussed, looking around at the ground.
"What?" Newt asked confused.
"I lost my gun." We are doomed.
"Fry, you good?" Thomas asked, looking through the opened door at Fry who was climbing out. Just as he said that a loud yell echoed through the tunnel. A crank stumbled into our vision groaning and panting. Newt pulled me back by my hand. His other own searching for his gun but he must have lost it during the collision as well.
"Oh, shit." Newt and I backed away so we were now standing next to Thomas who hurriedly bent down to rush Fry a bit.
"Frypan, I think we gotta move." Instead of coming out like he was supposed to, he climbed back into the jeep. "Now!"
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