The last thing Newt Remembers is a the sound of a gun shot. He didn't feel any pain. In fact he was grateful. That bloody shuck actually did it. He killed him. Prevented him from going any crazier then he already was. It was over. After the bang he opened his eyes to plain a plain white ceiling. He sat up slowly, Where am I, he wondered. He looked down at his right arm. There was an IV in it.
What the shuck...?
He touched his head finding a weird helmet on it. Was there some sort of weird technology that could save you even if you were shot in the head? Did people save his life even after Tommy shot him? He looked over to his left eyes widening in shock. There lying in a bed next to him was the one and only Thomas. He was unconscious had and IV in his arm and a weird helmet on his head as well. He looked to his right and found Minho the same way. Behind Newt on another bed was Frypan. Panic began to fill in Newt's chest. Where were they? Was this really the afterlife? Or had WICKED captured them? Did they even leave Wicked in the first place? Newt ripped the IV out of his arm and took the helmet off his head. The moment he did that an Alarm went off. A monotone computer voice repeated.
SUBJECT NEWTON IS AWAKE! SUBJECT NEWTON IS AWAKE!
Newt had to get out of here, he had to free Minho and the others two. He got out of bed and tried standing on the cold tile floor. His legs felt like jelly. Like he hadn't moved in years. He collapsed on the floor, slowly he crawled over to Minho's bed and pulled himself up. He reached over to Minho about to remove the helmet.
"DON'T DO THAT NEWT! IT'LL KILL HIM!" Newt turned face the voice. He couldn't believe his eyes. There stood someone he hadn't seen in what felt like an eternity.
"Alby..." he let out.
"Newt... It's ok. It's really me" Alby looked at him with concerned and apologetic eyes.
"N-No... this is the Flare talking" Newt muttered to himself. How could this possibly be real. Alby was dead, ripped to shreds by the Grievers. He uselessly sacrificed himself thinking it would calm stop the Grievers. He was far gone. Newt had officially lost it. He let out a crazy laugh. "None of this is bloody real! I'm a full blown Crank! That Slint head couldn't kill me!" Newt laughed painfully tears welling up in his eyes.
This was the one thing new didn't want to happen. He wanted to die before that could happen. Deep down he wished he died before any of this, before he learned about Cranks, and The Flare. Before he truly knew about Wicked. He wished he died when he climbed up that damn wall. Thomas's sleeping figure caught his eye. If he died earlier he would never had met Thomas. Thomas would never have to live with the guilt of killing Newt. He knew Tommy regretted it no matter how much Newt wanted it.
Alby's eyes soften as he took a step closer.
"Newt..."
"Stay away from me! You're not real!"
That didn't stop Alby. He walked closer and wrapped his arms around him tightly hugging him close.
"I'm real Newt. I'm so sorry."
Newt began to cry he cried like a shucking baby. It was him. Alby was here with him right now. He was alive. The both of them were.
When he finally calmed down Alby helped him sit back on his bed.
"What's going on Alby?" he asked in a small voice.
"None of it was real Newt" Alby said his voice cold "It was all a simulator, and when you die in the Simulator. You wake up back in the real world"