A/N: Happy Holidays Everyone! Thought i'd upload the next chapter early as a bit of a present. Hope you enjoy!
Chapter 3
Crawling faster than we have ever crawled in our live, we made it back to the room in a couple of minutes. Thomas was first pushing the grate across the floor and jumping out.
'Thomas!' Newt exclaims in surprise.
'We gotta go. We gotta go right now.' Thomas rambles in panic. Making it out of the vent, I start grabbing bed sheets and chucking them to Thomas to tie the door shut.
'What the hell are you talking about?' Jak says, looking at me for answers.
'What do you mean, "We gotta go?"' Newt says, also looking at me.
'They're coming. Come on. We gotta go. They're coming for us.' Thomas is frantically blocking up the door with whatever he can find.
'Paige. She's still alive.' I manage to stutter out. Newt walks up to me and grabs my elbows.
'What happened in there?' I just shake my head, I can't get the words out. We never escaped, we were never rescued.
'Aris, what happened?' Minho yells. His mouth moves, but no words come out. He seems to be in the same state I'm in. Pure shock.
'Thomas, can you just calm down and talk to us.' Newt has walked back over to Thomas and trying to get him to calm down. Shaking out of my shock, I walk up and start to help Thomas push the mattresses against the door.
'She's still alive.' I repeat, more to myself this time.
'Who's she? Teresa?' Frypan obviously heard me.
'Ava.' Thomas says.
'Ava?' Newt is just confused now. 'Will you just turn around and talk to us?'
'It's WICKED!' I shout. They stand in shock, staring at me. 'It's still WICKED. It's always been WICKED.' Thomas keeps trying to block up the door, whilst Newt comes to me.
'What did you see?'
I close my eyes and take a deep breath. Remember your training. Paige's voice rings in my ears. Taking another breath, a cold calmness washes over me. 'We have to go now.' I say. 'Whatever stuff you can run with, grab it and let's go. Thomas. Now!' He looks and me and moves over to the vent. 'Aris, you've gotta snap out of it. You need to tell us where to go. We need to get Teresa and to the main doors. Got it?' He nods and crawls back into the vents. Thomas is next, followed by the others. I grab my pack, check that my gun and clips are secure and follow.
'Come on, come on.' Thomas ushers us out of the vet still panicking. I grab his shoulders.
'Focus. Find Teresa. Get out. Don't even think about back there. Block it out.' I say firmly. He takes a breath, then nods. 'Okay, let's go then.' I say before moving past Thomas.
'You guys go ahead. There's something I gotta do.' Aris halts, one leg still in the vent.
'What are you talking about?' Thomas walks back towards him.
'Trust me, it's important. You guys wanna get outta here, right? Just go.' I nod.
'Okay, go. Winston go with him.' Winston nods and races back into the vent.
'Go! Come on.' I say trying to keep a level head.
'You sure we can trust this kid?' Minho says doubtfully.
'You don't want to know where we'd be without him.' Thomas says rounding a corner, bumping straight into Teresa's doctor. Would you look at that?
'What are you kids doing out?' She asks suspiciously. A claxon suddenly sounds giving her the answer she needed. Instantly my hand grabs my gun from my trousers and points it at her.
'Take us to Teresa. Now.'
'You don't want to do that.' She says, holding her hands up.
'Your right. I don't. But I will if I have to.' This scares her slightly as she turns and starts leading us down the corridor. Grabbing her arms and pushing the gun into her back, we move quickly down the winding corridors towards the lab.
Running down several hallways, Frypan makes his way in front. Rounding a corner we see a guard further down facing us.
'Freeze! Stay where you are!' He yells, shooting at us.
'Why are they shooting at us?' Frypan cries as we run back up the hall we came from. Minho suddenly stops, facing the corner which the guard will come round.
'Minho!' I shout, he turns to look at me. 'Ram him.' He grins and begins running flat out.
'What the hell are you doing? Minho!' Newt shouts. Just as the guard rounds the corner, Minho jumps and kicks him, straight in the chest, causing the guard to crash into the wall and knock himself out.
'Shit, Minho!' Newt exclaims as we catch him up.
'Good boy,' I laugh as I pass with the Doctor.
'Okay. Let's go. Come on. Let's go.' Thomas says picking up the huge gun from the guard.
'Overcompensating are we?' I tease as he passes.
'Shut up,' He says rolling his eyes. Reaching the lab, I push the doctor to the door, so she can open it. Another doctor just inside the door says 'Dr. Crawford, are you here to...' I interrupt by pushing her forward and pointing my gun at him.
'Wait, wait. Okay, okay.' He says stepping backwards and holding his hands up. Thomas and the rest if the guys come in after me.
'Where is she? Where is she?!' Thomas demands. The doctor's eyes flick over to the enclosed bed on the far side of the room. Thomas chucks his gun at Minho and goes to get Teresa. I keep my eyes on the corridor.
'Get over! Get down!' Minho shouts grouping the Doctors. 'Get down!'
'Okay, hands, give me your hands! Give me your hands!' Newt is wrapping Dr Crawford's hands with a bedsheet.
'You're never gonna get away with this.' She says kneeling on the floor.
The flash of sliver catches my eye as the soldiers and Janson make their way down the hall.
'Guys? They're coming! Where do we go?' Frypan calls. I grab the magazine that I had previously dropped into my pocket before threatening the doctor and clicked it into place.
'It wasn't even loaded?' Newt gaped in confusion.
'I wasn't gonna shoot her. She was just doing her job. Them, I'll shoot,' motioning to the soldiers advancing on the lab.
'Frypan! Jak! Move!' Newt shouts. We push one of the tables over and put it long ways in front of the door barricading ourselves in.
'Get back! Get back!' I shout. Several of the men are shoving at the door, trying to break the tables.
'They've got the door barricaded. Send backup!' Janson's voice echoes from outside.
'Okay, we gotta get outta here! Where do we go?' Minho cries.
'You focus on that! I'll deal with them.' I cry. Lining up the shot, I watch as one of the soldier's hands moves in and out as he pushes on the door. Same place every time.
'Push!' he shouts. Take a breath, and crack. My finger pulls the trigger and a cry of anguish signals the hit of my target.
'Everyone stand back!' Thomas' voice comes from behind me. I ignore it and focus on the soldiers. A leg. In and out. Same as before. Breathe and pull. Crack. Shouts from outside the door halt the pushing for a moment.
'Do something quick,' I shout.
'Come on!'
'Newt! Help, help!'
'Ready?'
Smash.
The window smashes into a million shards.
'Go, go, go!' Teresa, who is still shoeless, throws a duvet over the wall, to prevent us getting stuck with glass.
'Get someone on the other side!' I shout. Thomas jumps over and lifts Teresa, I jump over next and the rest follow.
'Thomas!' Minho chucks his gun to Thomas as he climbs over.
'Let's go! Stay behind me!' Thomas says. I ready my gun, just in case. As Thomas opens the door, we come face to face with a guard.
'Shoot,' I shout, and he does. An electric device shoots out of the gun and electrocutes the man.
'Shit. Okay, come on!' We keep running towards the door that leads into the main hall.
'Stop!' The guards following us are gaining.
'Teresa,' I shout, chucking her the key card.
'There it is! There it is!' Thomas shouts. Teresa runs forward and swipes the card. It doesn't work.
'Shit. Come on! No, no, no!' I spin round pointing my gun straight at the men coming up on us.
'Kira!' Janson shouts.
'Open this door, Janson!' I shout advancing on him. They move forward as well. 'I wouldn't move if I were you. Turns out I'm a good shot.' Nodding to the guy to Janson's left. 'How's your hand?' I ask snarkily. He snarls in response as his bloody hand twitches.
'You really don't want me to open that door Kira,' Janson said holding his hands up.
'Oh, I really do!' I can feel Thomas coming up beside me, gun at the ready.
'Open the damn door!' He shouts.
'Listen to me! I'm trying to save your life. The maze is one thing, but you kids wouldn't last one day... out in the Scorch. If the elements don't kill you, the Cranks will. Thomas, you have to believe me. I only want what's best for you.' Janson says.
'Yeah, let me guess. WICKED is good?' Thomas sarcastically asks.
'Thing is Janson, we will survive out there. I've been trained for it. I'm remembering the training. Remembering why you're so familiar.' I chuckle bitterly, seeing his face clearly for the first time. 'It was you. You trained me. That's how you know I'm a good shot, and that's why in your little speech just then, you didn't look me in the eye, not once. Because you know I can do it. And if I can, they can too.'
'You're not getting through that door, Kira.' He says, keeping his eyes locked on mine.
'Watch me.' I say, and I hear the click of it opening behind me. With a grin, I look back and see Aris and Winston stood on the other side of the opening door.
'Hey, guys.' Edging backwards slowly, I keep my eyes locked on Janson. Thomas is the same speed as me, whatever I would like to believe. It were gonna make it, I need to be closer to him.
'Come on!' Newt shouts. Noticing the light above Janson and the others, I aim and shoot it. Sparks fly down onto them as I start running.
'Thomas! Move it! Come on! Let's go!' I cry as I run towards the door
'Go, go. Stop them! Shut the main vault door!' Janson's voice echoes round the halls. I push harder and harder, moving faster and faster.
'No!' Teresa's cries make me look up at the others. We're cutting it fine. The main door is sliding quickly towards the floor.
'Fucking move it Tommy!' I scream. Throwing ourselves at the door, I sink to my knees, bending backwards to avoid the closing door, whilst Thomas throws himself sideways spinning underneath before it shuts.
The clanging of the door shutting alerts me to the next problem. Janson has a card. Grabbing my gun, I jump up and smash the hilt down on the keypad, effectively destroying it from both sides.
Moving back towards the door, I see Janson on the other side trying his card. I smirk.
'You little bitch.' He shouts through the door.
'Well, that's not nice is it?' I say to Teresa. She laughs shaking her head before throwing her arms round me. After she releases me, I go back to the door, seeing Thomas give Janson the finger. I laugh and blow him a kiss, before running after the others.
'Come on, Kira. Let's go. Come on!' Minho has grabbed another pack from a soldier and together we leg it towards the main doors. As we get there Thomas pulls a red lever and the doors unlock. A hot, sticky wind blows from the desert outside, but we don't have time to complain.
'Come on. Keep moving!' I cry, as I run past them into the sand.
'Come on. Come on!' Thomas shouts as we fight to keep up the pace on the side of a huge dune.
'Come on, come on! We'll lose them in the storm!' I say, helping Jak up the side. After making it to the top we throw ourselves on the ground keeping low, so they can't see us.
I peer over the top of the hill, to see soldiers on sand buggy's and motorbikes flooding from the building in pursuit. We keep moving, staying low until we are far enough over a hill that we can stand straight.
'Teresa, hang on. Stay together!' Looking at the front of the group Teresa is running ahead, towards a window, coming out of the ground?
'I think we lost them!' Jak says to me with a grin. I nod a little before surging ahead to see what this building is. As we all convene round the window, Teresa decides to jump in.
'Teresa, wait!'
'No, don't go in there!' I laugh at their concern and follow her in. A steep sand hill leads from the window to the floor, making for a smooth-ish entrance.
'Get down here!' Teresa shouts. Taking out a torch form my bag, I scan around the place. It looks like a shopping centre, completely buried by sand.
'Where the hell are we?' Minho says, looking around with his own torch.
'We gotta go.' Thomas says making to move away.
'No. Thomas, stop!' I say quickly, before anyone else can. 'They deserve to know what's going on.'
'We gotta keep moving.' He says earnestly.
'I know, and we will, but they need to know what we're doing and why we're doing it.'
'It's WICKED. It's WICKED. They lied to us. We never escaped. Me, Kira and Aris, we found bodies. Too many to count.' He explained quickly.
'What do you mean? Dead bodies?' Minho questioned.
'No, but they weren't alive either. They had them strung up. With tubes coming out of them. They were being drained. There's something inside of us that WICKED wants. Something in our blood. So we have to get as far away from them as possible.' I finish.
Newt nods along with this information. 'Okay. So, what's the plan? You do have a plan, right?'
'Yeah. I don't know.' Yes you do! What are you saying you don't know for! I look at him in confusion.
'Really not the time to doubt yourself, Thomas.' I mutter under my breath. He looks sharply at me, obviously hearing me.
'Well, we followed you out here, Thomas... and now you're saying that you have no idea where we're going... or what we're doing.' Newt says sounding nervous.
'Wait. Janson said something about people hiding in the mountains. Some kind of resistance or army.' Aris adds in.
'The Right Arm.' I explain.
'The Right Arm. If they're really against WICKED, maybe they can help us.' Thomas says agreeing with us.
'People. In the mountains. Mountain people. That's your plan?' Newt finished sounding thoroughly unconvinced.
'He didn't explain it very well.' I interject, looking over at Thomas with a glare. 'The Right Arm are a resistance movement that have WICKED worried. They have already taken out two WICKED facilities on their own; rescuing some of us along the way. According to Dr Paige, they want us as much as WICKED do. They can help us.'
'It's the only chance we have.' Thomas says.
'Hey, guys. Check this out.' Winston is kneeling slightly further up than us. 'Minho, give me a light! Someone's been down here.' He's right, footprints in the sand lead into several of the shops. Peering in through one of the doors, I see bags of stuff inside. I turn round and look to Minho.
'We need to get this open.'
'Come on. Open up.' Minho says as him and Winston pull of the plastic covering over the entrance.
'Looks like people lived here.' Frypan said looking at the abundance of clothes, water and basic belongings covering the floor.
'Where are they now?' Newt says, looking at me.
'Let's pack some of this stuff up. Anything you think you might need. We'll split up, see what else we can find. Meet back here.' I say quickly, grabbing a jacket from the side. 'Thomas, will you and Minho look out there, whilst the rest of us pack stuff up in here?' He nods as Newt chucks him a torch. 'Tommy. Don't do anything stupid.' I give him a grin as he leaves with Minho.
Walking to one side of the room I grab several backpacks and chuck them to Newt. 'Here.' He grabs them and starts putting extra clothes and water into them. I decide to walk to the back of the shop to see what's there. Shining my torch light over the floor, I see makeshift beds and a pile of clothes on top. A gasp comes from behind me making me jump. I spin round to see Teresa clutching her chest.
'You all right?' Newt's voice comes from the front.
'We're good.' I shout back, chuckling at Teresa. I beckon her over. 'Looks like these might fit you,' I say, holding a pair of boots and a shirt. She smiles and moves behind me to change. Noticing a long sleeved shirt on the floor I decide to change, as the shirt I'm wearing now doesn't exactly protect me form the weather. Pulling off my shirt, I grab the other and begin to replace it. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Frypan watching me. Before I can say anything however Newt places his fingers on Frypan's cheek and turns his head back to him.
'What?' Frypan says, chuckling. I giggle slightly as I see Newt try to hide the fact that he too is looking. My cheeks flush red at the thought of him watching me, so I quickly finish pulling the shirt over and go off in search of a hoodie. After finding one, and a jacket which goes over both, I walk back to the front to see what the boys have found.
'How's it going,' I say not looking at Newt in the eye. If I did,I know I would blush, and that won't do much for my badass image now will it.
'Well, we've found plenty of water, clothes, torches, found a whole pile of cans over there.' Newt says cheerfully.
'Okay, have you checked anywhere else yet?' I ask the pair.
'Not yet, Aris, Winston and Jak have been but I'm not sure what they have found.'
'Right, Frypan can you go check the others, see what they've got, so we know what we need to still look for.' He nods and leaves the room. Moving my pack off my bag, I sling it on the floor and open it. I need to see what I can get rid of to make space for more water and food. Most things are just stuff from the glade; bedrolls, canteens, that kinda thing. Reaching down to the bottom, my fingers brush against something cold; metal. I pull it out and to my surprise, I see Chuck's knife. Rubbing some sand off the hilt, I run my fingers over the small carving of Chuck's name. I gave this to him. On his first night. Quite small and perfect for carving wood, it suited him perfectly. Standing up slowly, I walk to the back of the shop and sit down to look at it. Something wet drips down my cheek and onto my nose. I brush at the tear before it can fall. I take a deep breath to try and stop more from coming. Several tears drip onto the shiny metal, as I think back to my memories of him. His face when he first came up in the box, when he began carving the owl, when he met Jak. He was always there to cheer everyone up. A shuffling of feet makes me look up, Newt walks towards me concern shining in his face.
'Are you okay?' Newt sits down beside me. I pass him the knife. 'This is…'
'Yeah. He must have put it in when I made him empty his pack a bit. I'd forgotten. With everything that's happened, I haven't even looked in my pack since then.' I sigh as more tears fall from my eyes. 'I wasn't fast enough,' I say quietly, voicing a thought that had been plaguing me this whole time. 'I had the gun, I could have grabbed it; but it was Gally, you know. I kinda hoped we could talk him round,' I sign, taking a breath trying to stop the tears cascading down my cheeks. 'I hesitated. I won't that mistake again.' I finish, vowing to myself never to hesitate when one of us is in trouble.
'It wasn't up to you to save us. We all could have done something. I could have tackled him, Minho could have speared him faster. We all could have done something, but he was one of us. We were all hoping that it wouldn't end like that.' I nod understanding what he is saying. It's not just me who feels guilt over Chuck's death. We all do in a way. I lean my head against his shoulder as he puts an arm round mine. Giving me a minute to stop crying, Newt rubs my arm. 'You're a bloody good shot.' He comments, suddenly changing the topic. 'I saw you get that guys hand. None of us would have made that.' I give him a watery smirk.
'Just one more way in which I'm superior to you, I suppose.' I tease him lightly. He chuckles and kisses my forehead. I close my eyes and focus on the feeling. The instant his lips touch my head, a cool wave of calm fills me up balancing the slight heat in my stomach. What is that? Before I can reach an answer, Newt stands up holding out his hand to help me up as well.
'You good?' He asks. I smile and nod a tad. He smiles back and leads me back to the front of the store. We walk past Teresa who had managed to scrape together an outfit and is sat on a bed looking at a photo. I stop beside her. She looks up at me and hands me the picture.
'Where do you think they went?' She says still staring at the picture. I look down. It's of a small girl with a huge teddy bear. I smile at her grin, then realise that if the picture is down here then she must have been as well. I look at Teresa who is staring at something on the far wall. Looking to see what it is, I notice the teddy bear from the picture propped up. Its fur is covered in dust.
'They must have left in a hurry, to leave this much in supplies and for this little girl to leave her bear, something bad must have happened.' I sigh at the thought.
'That's what I am afraid of.' Teresa says ominously. I turn to continue back to the front when Teresa's voice stops me. 'I don't think we should have left.'
I turn to look at her in shock. 'What?'
'They were trying to help us.' She says quietly.
'They were trying to harvest us, and succeeding.' I splutter out, not understanding where this is coming from. The Teresa I know wouldn't have wanted to go back. 'Aris saw a girl he was in the maze with. Strung up. Being drained. Can you imagine? We couldn't let that happen to any of you! That's why we left.' Teresa nods slightly, staying silent. 'What's going on with you?'
Before she can answer the room fills with light. Spinning round to look at Newt with wide eyes, I say, 'You got everything here?' He nods quickly as I run past him into the other rooms. Seeing Aris and Frypan in one room, I say, 'Grab everything and prepare to run!' Going back into the hallway I meetup with Winston and Jak.
'What's going on?' Jak says.
'Have you got everything?' I say. The pair nod.
'Yep, cleared out these two.' Winston says pointing behind him. Meeting up with Newt and Teresa, we stand in the corridor. Newt passes me my rucksack which is now heavier than it was.
'Filled it.' He says as he passes it. I smile and throw it on.
'Hey!' Thomas' yells suddenly echo around the halls.
'Shit,' I say quietly. 'Put your bags on!'
'Hey!'
'Run!'
'Go!' Minho and Thomas' shouts of panic put me on edge instantly. The hoard of Cranks snarling and snapping running after them, throws me straight over that edge and into the depths of fear and panic. Spinning on my heel I start to sprint through the shopping centre. Sensing that no-one was following, I stop and turn. The others are still where I left them staring at Minho, Thomas and the cranks.
'FUCKING RUN!' I scream at them. Either this or the ever nearing hoard kicks them into gear as the turn and sprint towards me. Starting to run again I head towards some escalators. Moving up them quickly I yell back, 'WHAT HAPPENED TO DON'T DO ANYTHING STUPID!' Thomas and Minho both make noises of apology, well as much as they can whilst sprinting up the stairs.
'Thomas, Minho, what the hell are those things?' Newt shouts.
'I don't know. Just keep going!' Thomas yells back. 'Move! Move!'
'Where do we go?' Winston yells, panic fully set in his voice.
'Up!' I scream, 'Keep going up!'
'Come on, keep moving!' Minho shouts. We sprint towards another escalator, and attract the attention of a Crank in front of us.
'Shit,' I say pulling back. Aris stands in front of me and prepares to attack the Crank.
'Aris, no! No!' Thomas shouts. Ignoring him, Aris runs forward and whips a baseball bat under the Cranks legs causing it to fall and slide into the base of the escalator. Unfortunately this now blocks the way for us to get up. Thomas and Teresa who were already on the stair, shout 'Go! Go around!'
Following their advice we sprint round to the other side where another escalator stands. Sprinting up it we meet Thomas and Teresa at the top. Grabbing Teresa's hand I run faster causing her to keep up with me. The boys all follow us at a similar pace. I spin my head round whilst running to try and find a way out.
'Come on, come on! Where the hell are we gonna go?' Frypan calls from behind me. Slowing slightly but pushing Teresa ahead I try to lock eyes with Thomas or Newt to see what they think.
'We gotta find a way out of here!' Still moving I notice a crank running towards Newt behind a window.
'Newt! Newt!' I scream before lunging towards him and pushing Newt out the way. A huge crash alerts me to the Crank right in front of me.
'Kira!' Newt shouts, trying to recover his balance with the aid of Tommy. The Crank rushes towards me, with its arms outstretched. A sudden flash of training with Janson lets me know what to do. I grab the hands of the Crank whilst bending my knees, and using the Cranks own momentum, I flip it over my shoulder and send it sprawling onto the ground behind. Laughing in amazement at the fact that, that worked, I carry on sprinting to catch up with the boys.
'Through here, through here!' Minho is ushering us all through a door to the side of the hall. Coming into a much smaller hallway, we have to run single file to keep up the pace. Somehow I'm pushed up the line into the middle.
'Let's go! They're coming!' Tommy stops at a door and tries to yank it open. It won't budge. Seeing that this isn't going to work I slip past them, grab Teresa's hand and keep running. 'Run! It's not going to work. Keep moving Go! Go!' The others seem to quickly agree and follow. Moving fast we work our way down the corridor until we come to a dead end.
'Shit.' I say, 'It's a dead end!' I frantically start pushing at the doors on the left hand side. The right and left aren't budging but the middle opens a little. Peering out I see that it's only shut by a padlock and a worn hinge. 'This one!' I shout moving out of the way to let the boys and Teresa kick and push at the door.
'I'll hold them back!' Winston says. Running up beside him, I pull out my gun as well. Trying to get a fix on a target I notice one of the Cranks running perfectly straight. Taking aim I sound three shots. Two to the chest, one to the head. The Crack instantly falls to the floor. Winston turns to look at me in shock. I ignore this and continually hit the cranks.
'Harder!'
'Get that door open!' Winston yells as more and more cranks appear. A click lets me know I'm out of bullets.
'I'm out!' I shout as I quickly reach for another clip. Pressing a button on the side of my gun the empty clip drops out and I stuff the new one in. A Crank slips past Winston's bullets and goes for him. I surge forward and kick the Crank in the face knocking it to the floor. I shot it once in the head to kill it and set my sights on the corridor again.
'Move!'
'Come on, Frypan! Let's go!' A loud clunk sound as Minho yells, 'Come on! It's open!'
'Everyone through!'
'Come on! Come on!' The others run out through the door in front of Winston and I. I go to let Winston in first but he pushes me through ahead of him. I stumble through but quickly snap back around when I hear a cry from behind me. One of the Cranks had Winston by his legs and is pulling him back.
'Winston!' I grab his arms and try to pull him out of the cranks grip. 'Help me!' I shout to the others. Newt and Frypan rush to help as Minho and Thomas push the door trying to keep any other Cranks from coming through. Teresa, Aris and Jak watch on in horror.
'Help! Please! Please! Oh, my God!' Winston's cries make my skin crawl. Finally pulling him free, Frypan and Newt take an arm each and pull Winston to his feet.
'Go, go, go!' I shout running behind them, in case they lose their grip. 'Hurry! Thomas, Minho, come on!'
'Minho, go! I'm right behind you!' Thomas shouts as Minho lets go of the door leaving Thomas on his own. Seconds later Thomas lets go to and sprints as fast as he can, trying to keep ahead of the Cranks. Coming around a corner we run into a ruined part of the centre. Walls have fallen down, making the floor uneven and difficult to run over. Making our way over it quickly and carefully,we look around for somewhere to hide. Jak makes a noise from beside me.
'Over here!' he whispers to me grabbing my arm and getting the attention of the others. He leads us towards a shallow groove, with an overhanging ceiling. Crawling in, we stay tight together listening to the shrieks and moans of the Cranks searching for us. I breathe out a shallow breath clutching my gun to my chest with one hand. The other is firmly joined with Newt's. I look at him and try to give him a smile, although I'm pretty sure it came out as more of a grimace. Leaning my head against his shoulder, I close my eyes and focus on his breathing.
So there we are! Chapter 3. I'm really loving writing this fic, and i love to hear your thoughts and comments.
As always have a lovely week, and i hope you had a great holiday,
Zoe xx
