Newt
"Please, Tommy, please."
BANG!
Darkness. An endless black void of darkness. Is this what death is like? Am I in heaven? Or am I in hell? Then there was light, an bright white light. There's no pain. No pain at all. I open my eyes, and I seem to be in what look likes alleyway, no signs of cranks, no sign of Tommy.
Cranks. I don't feel like I wan to kill anyone anymore, I'm not losing my mind. I stood up, and looked around, no one in sight, not even an crank. Where was I? Did Tommy really shoot me? Am I some type of ghost?
"Where am I?" I say, to no one in particular.
"You are an spirit," An voice said, I turned around, and then looked to my sides, no one, then I looked up, and saw the moon, it's light shinning down on the empty alleyway, was the moon talking to me? No. I must still be an crank.
"Who's there? Where are you?"
"I am Man In Moon, and I have brought you to another world, where you are to prefill your destiny."
My what? And other world? What do you mean other world!
"Tell me what my destiny is!"
No answer.
"Tell me!"
Still no answer.
I examine myself, I was wearing the same close I wore in the glade, my white hoodie, brown trousers, and brown boots. I had my machete strapped to my back, just like I did in the glade.
I ran out of the alley way, well, ran as well as I can, I still had the limp, even here, in suppose to be another world, I still have this bloody limp.
I reached the end of the alleyway, and still no person I sight. There were lines of houses on each side of the street, cars parked in the drive ways. This place wasn't like Denver, if it was cranks would be roaming all over the place.
Another world.
Was this life before the flare?
An man was walking his dog on the other side of the street, I approached him. "Excuse me sir, can you tell me where I am?" The man ignored me, and continued walking his dog, I stepped in front of him. "Can you please-" I was cutoff when he went through me, like, he actually walked through me, it sent an shiver down my spine, and I felt an emptiness in my chest. Like I didn't exist. Then I remembered what that moon guy said.
I was an spirit.
But I refused to believe it.
"Hello?!" I tried to grab his shoulder, my hand went through him. "Tommy?! Minho?! Anybody!" I called out, the man didn't even look my way. I screamed. If this guy couldn't see me dose that mean no one else can see me? Was I invisible to the rest of the world? If this is life before the Flare then I don't want any part of it. Where was Tommy? Where was Minho? Where was the rest of the Gladers? Were they still in Denver? Were they safe?
I needed answers.
And I will get them no matter what.