Disclaimer: Still ain't my property. Just Mr. Dashner.
Chapter Five:
We've been on this one long stretch of road for a long while, Thomas is overlooking his map, Fry's focus never leaves the road and Newt and I are quite.
Driving past a large sign near a abandon wreck of a car was massive sign which I got a very good glimpse of. They must of as well.
-Mandatory Infection Check- 2 Miles Ahead. All Vehicles Must Stop. Non-Compliance Will Result In Lethal Action.
Was this our first hitch in the trip? If the signs to believed then WICKED must be patrolling up ahead and nearby. What happens if they are? We be royally screwed. But no one seem to make notice to the warning. I guess they wanted to see what's what when the time came. About twenty minutes later we had our answer.
Fry slowly drove us through what appears to be a abandoned checkpoint with rusted gates and small trailer used for office worm. Faded signs which basically read the same as before and dead and discarded cars. Mountain ranges spread vastly in green lush to the left of us as an old service tunnel which had been the basics of the checkpoint had seen better days.
Everything here beside us was dead and outdated, no longer in use. The clutter around the checkpoint was so unwelcoming. When was the last time this place held workers and occupants? How long has it been since this service tunnel has been of use, a last line of defense as it was built to be?
I had so many questions but no way of answering them. Fortified walls meant to hold out an army and buildings where workers and security personnel could of once resided. All now long tattered by the hands of time.
Pulling up to the entrance, Fry stop the car and we each got out to stretch. There was absolute silence, like the kind you would find at a cemetery. No background noise what so ever. No distant humming of old machinery, no wind or voices. Not even animal's if they were any.
As I made my way around front I stretch, as Newt said what we all was thinking.
"You want us to go in there?" He directed to Thomas. "I don't want to come across as to negative, but if I were a Crank that's exactly where I'd be."
"I know what you mean." Was all I could get out as the atmosphere changed drastically to abandon to ran over.
Thomas kept firm his map glanced it over then spoke. "I don't think we have much of a choice." The four of us gather together and peer into that grand abyss waiting for us. It had been to late to turn back around at this point.
"All right. I get shotgun," Newt said turning back into the truck.
Once we was all back inside, Thomas sat in the back with me, keeping his eyes focused on what sprawled out ahead. Fry took it nice and easy as he drives into the tunnel the light of day fading away from us the deeper we got. The complete darkness. For a moment. Fry flick on the head lights which lit up the way, as we went about. My eyes scanning for trouble at the slightest moment.
"Well here we go!" Fry said as we drew closer from clear road to a patch of over run areas of left behind vehicles.
"Just take it nice and slow." Newt quickly replied as he held out a small search light.
"It's Crank free up ahead." I mention as I've been keeping a close eye out.
A few moments later we come to a quick stop. After careful evading other debris and objects on the ground.
"Woah woah woah." Fry mutters as figure stands out wobbling frantically. Newt shines the spot light on it to brighten up the person.
"Or not. I believe I stand corrected." I cough out as I was frighten by the person who came out of nowhere. They were gagging and croaking ungodly sounds. The signature sign of a Crank.
"It's okay. It's just one." Thomas said reassuringly, "So take it slow, go around him. We will be fine."
"Take it slow. Take it slow." Fry repeated to himself. As Thomas held on to a flash light.
Out of nowhere, Thomas let out a sharp gasp which frighten the rest of us when, I turn to see a deranged female Crank which some semblance of intelligence stare at Thomas and begun to speak. Where'd she ever come from?
"Please." She said before fiddling with the door handle shaking it wildly. The look of panic in her face. So pale so unnatural her appearance is. "Help me!" She cried out speaking out twice. As she try to get in. "Let me in!" More forcibly pulling at the door. "Please…"
Then another Crank hit the window of the seat where i was. He peered in speaking unintelligible babble. Soon after five or more where hitting along side the vehicle.
"Fry we gotta go." Thomas said.
"Come on Fry." Newt said in a panic.
"Floor it Fry, go!" Thomas yelled.
"It's too many of them." I noted.
"Just floor it Fry, come on!" Thomas yelled louder.
"Hold on!" Fry shouted as he slams down on the pedal driving away when a Crank jumps on the hood, screeching and wobbling until he found an target to divert it's attention to. With a loud crack his fist connected with the windshield. Cracks began to form the more he pounded.
"Woah, come on Fry shack him." Thomas calls out.
"I'm trying." He retorts as he drives crazily to shake him off as he goes for Fry's car window slamming into that off and on.
"Fry he's almost through!" I shout warning him as he keep his eyes to the road. Swerving left and right do what ever he can.
"Hang on!" Fry cry's out just as the Cranks body collides a bar of steel, before crumbling to the ground. Thomas and I rear back to make sure he's out for good, turning around to get our bearings back in order, when….
"Frypan watch out!" Thomas warns but it a little to late.
"Woah…" The truck hits something knocking stuff down in the process as the truck briefly lifts up and slams upside down sending us all ratcheting as there is a light ringing in my ears.