Chapter 4-

Hey hey hey guys! So, I'm back and writing more! So, erm, well, I'm just gonna jump right into it I think…

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The drive was long going. The majority of it was through trees, but they soon reached an actual cement road. They passed a few Walkers every now and then but the group didn't scream or shout or even speak, they just sat in silence.

They drove through the rest of the night, Thomas watched as the sun rose up into the sky and the stars faded. It remained silent until a 'putt…pit…putt' sounded and everyone looked to Frypan.

"Out of gas?" Alby questioned.

"We've been runnin' on empty for the past hour," Frypan replied, "Good news is, we reached the Highway."

Frypan peered out the front window shield, and Thomas stood up for a better view, his legs aching with the movement. Sure enough, cars filled the four lanes—two going towards the group, two going away, separated by cement blockers—none of them moving, all of them empty.

"I saw an interstate a few miles back, we could collect gas from these cars," Minho said.

Alby nodded, "Newt, go into the woods and hunt for something to tide us all over, bring Thomas and Minho."

"Why do I have to bring them? They'd only slow me down," Newt prodded, throwing a 'no offense' look to both Minho and Thomas.

"Minho can look for anything useful from past camps and Thomas is going so you have numbers if you run into a herd," Alby replied.

Newt jogged back into the RV and came back out with a crossbow. He sighed but gestured for Thomas and Minho to follow him.

"That yours?" Thomas asked, stunned. That thing didn't exactly seem light. It was in good condition, but the string wasn't really easy to pull back—Thomas knew from when he was a kid and his dad had taken him to a gun range. The crossbow had two arrows at the front.

"Ya, it's mine," Newt replied, smirking, "My dad owned a hunting shop back in the normal world."

Thomas didn't respond, just staring at the thing.

"WELP, if Thomas is done staring at Newt's girlfriend, can we please go?" Minho demanded awkwardly after a while, earning annoyed looks from both boys.

"Ya, y'all should get goin'. It's gonna be dark soon," Frypan agreed, flashing a glance between the three.

Minho grabbed a baseball cap out of the RV and put it on, checking the ammo in his handgun before slipping it back into it's holster and readjusting the knife at his belt. Thomas grabbed his gun and followed the two older boys into the woods.

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Thomas's feet ached but he didn't complain. It was nice to get some exercise after the long drive. So far they had only run into one Walker, also nice. This one was a scrawny man that's ribcage protruded on his left side.

Minho jabbed his knife into the skull of it quickly and the group continued on their journey. A solid 'thuck' sounded as one of Newt's arrows impaled a squirrel's head and pinned it to a large oak tree. Newt grabbed the squirrel and ran a small bit of rope through the hole in the squirrel's head. The rope now held five squirrels and a rabbit. Newt sashed the rope over his left shoulder, it came down over his right hip, across his chest.

Thomas walked behind Newt with Minho. He turned to the Asian.

"Does he always wear his catches?" Thomas asked quietly.

"Pretty much. Squirrels, rabbits, mice, fish…newts…" Minho chuckled to himself, "Ya. He wears them all like it's natural."

Minho turned to Newt, "Hey dude, there's a small space up ahead, could we take a break?" Thomas looked at Minho and noticed that he was favoring his leg.

"Sure," Newt replied, continuing to walk until he reached a log, a good 10 ft in front of the other two. Thomas took large bounds to catch up with the hunter and sat down next to him, enjoying the new smell of fresh nature that seemed to—recently—have been polluted with the scent of dead corpses.

Minho remained standing, shaking out his leg. It was silent for a while as Thomas stared at the grass, Minho shook and Newt…Newt….dug out the eyes of the squirrels…okay…ew….Thomas thought, trying to hide his shudder.

"You okay?" Thomas asked Minho, after 5 minutes of limping in circles.

"Ya I'm good. I think I just pulled a muscle or something," Minho replied. By now it was evening and everyone was alert.

"We should head back. Alby's gonna blow a fuse if we're late," Newt chimed.

"Agreed," Thomas nodded.

Minho grinned through the dark, turning his back to the two and limping over to pick up his knife, which he had dropped a little while ago, "Ya, he'd probably shoot me himself if one of you guys got eaten by Walkers."

As Minho reached the knife two swift gunshots rang through the air and Minho's entire body twisted sharply to the left, flipping himself around and landing roughly on his side.

"Minho!" Newt and Thomas shouted in unison, getting up and running over. Thomas dropped down next to his friend and Newt lifted his crossbow defensively.

"Who the shucking klunk is out there!?" Newt demanded loudly.

Thomas carefully tugged Minho's shoulder, flipping him onto his back.

"I was kidding…" Minho muttered, looking dazed and half concious.

Thomas looked him over. One of the bullets seemed to have gone straight into his left side and the other had skimmed the left side of his head.

"It's just a skim. But one of them got his shoulder," Thomas informed Newt quickly.

The crackling of a bush made both boys look up.

"I am so sorry!" a female figure came out of the bushes, rifle in hand. The girl wore a dark shirt, leather jacket, and jeans with leather boots, seemingly fit for the crisp air.

"Put your gun on the ground and take a bloody step back," Newt commanded, jerking his crossbow at her threateningly.

The girl—with long black hair pulled into a pony tail—nodded and set her gun down, putting her hands up, "I thought he was a Walker! He was limping and—and—"

"You didn't hear us talking?!" Newt demanded.

"Oh geez, I'm so sorry," the girl mumbled pathetically.

"Is there anyone we can take him?" Thomas asked.

The girl nodded quickly, "Uh ya—"

"Woah, woah, woah, wait a bloody second," Newt said sternly, "What about the others?"

"Minho is bleeding out," Thomas snapped, "We can go back to the others and let him die or we can follow this shank back to her place and not have to put a bullet in his head." Minho moaned at that.

Newt sighed sternly, "Fine. But she's staying in front. Lead us to your camp."

The girl kept her hands raised and Thomas lifted Minho, slinging Minho's arm over his neck,"More of a—"

"No one bloody cares," Newt interrupted rudely.

She gave a look of annoyance, "No need to be so mean."

"I'm sorry, didn't you just shoot my best friend?" Newt hissed.

Thomas remained silent, flashing awkward glances between the girl and Newt.

"What's your name anyways?" Newt suddenly demanded, jerking his crossbow at her, his finger threatening to pull the trigger.

"Brenda," the girl said frantically, "Brenda Salazar."

Newt gave a look of interest, "Well Brenda Salazar, you better start walking, or your gonna have an arrow through your head."

A sudden wave of toughness seemed to overtake Brenda, "Oh ya!? I'd like to see you try!"

Newt laughed.

Brenda scowled.

Both opened their mouths as if to keep arguing.

"Guys!" Thomas hissed, "Minho! Blood! Getting on my favorite shirt! Let's pick up the pace!"

Hey guys, I know this was kind of an abrupt ending and I hope you don't mind. I'm gonna slip in some good old fashioned suspense 'Will Minho make it?! Will Newt shoot Brenda!? Is Brenda leading them into a trap!? What is this camp she's talking about?! WILL THOMAS'S FAVORITE SHIRT SURIVE!?' XD I really hope you guys liked the chapter, let me know in the box below.

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MazeRunnerLover2002: Ya I think so to.

Machete Girl: I'm really happy you liked it! And way to look at the bright side for Jack, at least he didn't get his eyes popped out. XD

SwiftFireTheF.A.Y. : Ya! You totally should write a crossover! I haven't read the Gone series yet but I really want to, it's at the top of my list. Do you recommend it?

Ptv: Ya! I was so depressed when Tyreese died! It was a major surprise! I was glad when they brought back the past characters though, that was cool. Read below for your answer on the characters that haven't appeared yet. I found so many similarities between the Walking Dead characters and the Maze Runner characters and Glenn and Minho just seemed to click. Newt is supposed to be like Daryl and I thought it would be cool to see a darker side of Newt, so voila. That's what happened. XD

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To answer a question that's seemed to be running through PM and reviews: YES some of the other characters will make appearances. Whether or not it is a big appearance or small appearance depends, but they WILL make appearances.

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I promise to update the Other Glade soon and this chapter is so amazing that it could bring back the dead! (Walking Dead reference anyone?)

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