Chapter Six:
Lots of coughing between us, ton of frustrated curses in between.
"Everyone okay?" Thomas asks first.
"Not really but were alive and my ears are ringing." I reply with sarcasm.
"Shit." I heard Newt say.
"Damn." Frypan cough as the lights went dead from the accident expect Thomas's flashlight.
"Fry cover your eye's." Thomas said before kicking out the glass from a window, taking the first delve to the outside.
Despite my ringing ears I hear muffle complaints before I kicked out the rear window, carefully crawling out like a snake before landing on some broken glass with my wrists. Which thankfully I didn't get cut. Thomas help me to my feet as we moved to the drivers seat to help Fry and Newt.
Newt came tumbling out the second Thomas reached the door as I focus back at they way we came. "Waiting on you Fry." My voice spoke with urgency.
Thomas ask if Newt was good as he was going to help with Fry, when this fearful shrill cry of death came echoing out at us from that direction. I stood witless as all I had was hunting knife in my pocket, Newt went for his gun as Fry was digging around in the truck.
"Shit!" Escape Newt's mouth. It was only one at this moment the others soon to follow. I quickly went for my knife and unsheathed it. Standing at Newt's side.
"Frypan I think we need to move." Thomas said.
"Now!" Newt shouted.
"Like yesterday, now," I to shouted.
But he keep digging and searching for who knew what as the Crank got closer and closer making horrible clicking noise. I wasn't up to go head to head with the bastard. The others still urging Fry to run.
"Hold on." Fry insisted.
"Come on we gotta go." Thomas pleaded.
The Crack was ever near when from over head, Fry revealed a shotgun and laid in one good shot to the chest. The Crank stop in its tracks and fell dead. That gave me enough time to move back away from it.
"Good shot, Fry." Thomas complemented.
"Thanks." He said.
"Keep that up and we might just make it." I smile patting him on the back.
But that wouldn't be the case more came rushing towards us, more then one person with a shotgun could take on. It would be seconds. Minutes if we're lucky before we are over taken.
More and more came out of the woodwork. Possible five or six. All screeching and tearing after us. Fry read the gun before giving us speaking.
"Go! Go!" He shouts before pulling the trigger. Thomas, Newt and I run.
"Fry come on, let's go!" Thomas calls back as Fry fires around round before packing it in and running up to us.
"Move your asses." I cried out my feet thrusting me forward.
"Go,go,go!" Fry wailed as we all ran for our lives the Cranks hot on our trail.
We ran and ran, Newt and Fry keeping up in the back as Thomas and I who are up front make a chilling discovery. "Woah,woah, woah." Thomas halts us as more Cranks are just up ahead and those in the back are catching up.
"Shit, but things are looking grim for us!" I curse out loud frustrated.
"Ross, what about the knife?" Newt asks.
"What about it?" I said turning to give him a bitter grin. He knew then I couldn't fight these numbers.
"Watch out!' Fry called out shooting at different Cranks from each side.
"Fry you got them?" Thomas questions. Then he started to guide us. "This way, this way!" Fry still gunning what he could down. "Other way, other way!" Thomas said confused seeing no way out.
"Which is it then?" I yell as I knew Fry wouldn't hold them back much longer.
"I'm out!" Called out Fry.
"Aww…" Newt said.
"Shit." Thomas said as well.
"Indeed." I said too.
Cranks all but nearly surrounding us, then a loud rumbling entered the tunnel and whatever it is, it had better kill me fast.
The sound got clearer, a truck. Lights on a full blast goes crashing into a few Cranks. Out pops Brenda firing her gun.
"Alright get in." She calls out as she shot dead a few more Cranks. Thomas and Newt climb into the sides of the back as me and Fry slid through the back end of the back. All bunch up like sardines. But it was safety.
"Go Jorge, go!" Thomas yelled.
"Go!" Brenda replied as we peeled out of the situation.
"You two are life savers." I said struggling to catch my breath.
Jorge keep going as our sights werr kept on the Cranks untill we reached the end of the tunnel, our sought after reward was sun light. How I missed it only after more then six minutes within the tunnel.
Jorge finally lowered his window guard keeping on hand on the staring wheel smirking a right huge smirk. Brenda was undoing her window guard as Fry and I manage to settle in the back.
"I'm impressed. You guys almost lasted a whole day." Jorge said breaking the tension.
"We all good?" Thomas said patting Newt down as I ruffle his hair in celebration.
"Yeah." He said taking in everything.
Brenda soon turn over and shot a glance at Thomas then at me. I knew she was pissed in her own way. Glancing us over back and forth with a grin.
"Hey don't look at me, I wasn't the one who plan on going it alone." I said in my defense before leaning back and patting Fry on the shoulder. Quickly her gaze focuses on Thomas.
"I'm sorry. I didn't wanna bring you guys into this." Thomas sighed.
"Hey, what I think he's trying to say is. Thanks for saving us." Fry said to get the heat off of Thomas.
"You're welcome." Brenda said giving a smile.
"Don't get your hope up. That checkpoint back there was the city's last defense. If that was over run, chances are the city is to." Jorge said rather plainly knowing that was the truth.
"So that's it then, we wasted time on a city long dead? It doesn't make sense." I said angrily if that was the case and Minho continues to ever out of reach.
"Yeah, unless they've figured another way to keep the Cranks out." Newt said sounding convinced.
Suddenly we all peer out the window where Newt was looking as Jorge pulled on the brakes. All of us staring at the same thing each of use exiting the truck. Taking short steps on the road to a nearby ledge.
Down a steep valley of lush grass and greenery and plant life stood a tall paradigm bristling in the sun light. Tall and magnificent unlike all others standing, guarding all from the Flare. A beckon reaching outwards and upwards. A bastion of hope in a tumultuous sea of death. That light house lighting the way in the storm. Here it's protected by a circular ring which houses the city by its base. I couldn't help but look on in awe.
"Funny, spent three years trapped behind walls, trying to break out. Now we're trying to break back in." Newt spoke observing the city.
"Yeah it hilarious." Fry said to the group.
"But they got Minho, and all the others. So I say it's worth it knocking a few bricks out of place." I smile with a small laugh.
"Jorge how do we get in?" Thomas asked.
"Don't look at me wall are new." Jorge responded pointing to them."I guess it's WICKED's answer to everything."
"Well we ain't going to figure it out from here. Lets go!" Brenda calls.
Still Newt, Thomas and I remain looking at the city and it's daunting walls. What most be so bad down there they feel the need to keep out?"
"You really think he's in there?" Newt asked, chiming in from our long silence.
"I guess we'll find out." Thomas replied.
"You know she going to be there too."Newt references to Teresa.
"It's not like she capable of stopping us, Newt." I said rather bitterly at the subject. As the two of them stared at another. I then hop back in next to Fry giving them a moment.
So once again we headed off to find a way in. Sitting wasn't all that great but it works, just not long term. Down the valley we go hurdling towards what waited below. Hopefully it wouldn't be Cranks? Deep down I tried forcing this down but I couldn't muster it. I reflecting and asking a phantom of my mind. Why Teresa? Why? Why'd you betray us?" But no answer formed in my head. I couldn't justify or rationalize it. Either the city grew closer and bigger the more we went. Just a while longer Minho. Hold out till then. I beg the nothingness of my thoughts before letting my eyes wander aimlessly.
A/N: Alright with a few chapters done, I'm going to write a few chapters to lengthen the story. Probably boarding my AU established plots.