Ch 2: The Quest
Thomas sat in his tent staring at his dresser it was about to be 10:00, where everyone is supposed to be in bed, anyone caught sneaking out will have to have 2 shifts instead of 1. Thomas grabbed his pack,then walked quietly to the zip close door poking his head outside to make no one was looking, then walked out side.
"Where do you think your going?" A familiar voice said. It was Minho.
"No where." I fibbed. I didn't turn around.
"You have to stop shutting everyone out. We legitimately have been together for years. So I know you're going to find WICKED, let us come." Another familiar voice said.
I turned around and sighed. "Frypan, Minho, you can't come. Ok? I don't want to lose anyone else." I started walking towards the exit again.
"Well, weather you like it or not, we are coming too." Minho said, and shouldered his backpack.
"Fine. Just, don't get us caught." I murmured.
Frypan grinned, "Good choice Tommy now let's get moving."
"Don't call me Tommy." I brushed him off and walked out, Minho and Frypan on my tail.
We stole the jeep and traveled out of the abandoned town, into the abandoned freeway. Cars were parked at jagged angles everywhere, the thick dust on the windows clouded it to the point where not even the person inside could see the sun.
A growling noise came behind the truck. I turned around to look out the back window, a crank was there, crooked head and everything. "You guys? We have a crank on our tail!" I said. Frypan drove faster. More cranks collected as we drove. Luckily, they were very slow, just as he remembered in the Scorch.
One unexpectedly jumped on the jeep and started to climb onto it, hammering the jeep until a tiny dent was on the roof. I got my gun out.
"It's just one, we can shake it off." Minho said urgently, as Frypan swiveled the car back and forth. Thud, thud, thud. Came the sound of the crank, and then I saw the crank fly off the side of the freeway. Another thud came from the back of the Jeep. The cranks caught up to us.
"Go! Go! Go!" Minho yelled. Frypan hit the gas and I was bolted backwards onto my seat. Somehow the cranks were still holding on. One managed to crack a tiny piece off the back window.
"Their cracking the window!" I yelled, backing away as far as I could.
"Just hang on and trust me! We're getting off the freeway!" Frypan yelled.
I took a deep breath then stood up from my seat, and rolled the top so there was no roof anymore.
"What are you doing, suicidal much?" Minho objected.
"We're all immune it's fine." I grumbled. I shot the crank in the heart and sat back down, and rolled the roof back to a roof.
"Gee thanks. I was going to stop the jeep, letting it fly off the jeep, then get back on the freeway." Frypan grumbled.
"Great plan, until there is a group of cranks right behind us, so we would just run over them, great work at not killing anybody on your epic plan. Now we've only killed one so far. Happy? Now we have to take the scenic route." I scolded him.
"Let's just live in the moment and find Newt," Frypan said quickly, as if he was annoyed by the two of us.
"Fine. But we still have cranks behind us!" I said, looking at the back window. We drove into the city, broken skyscrapers blocked some roads, and shattered glass was everywhere. A few minutes have passed and in luck we eventually lost the cranks in the city somewhere, but on the other hand some type of glass destroyed our tire.
"Great. Now we have to take it on foot!" I yelled at the tire, we were outside. Minho and Frypan were watching me with their arms folded as I yelled at the tire some more.
"Chill out Tommy, you don't want to get us killed do you?"
"Who cares! I don't want to be living in this cranky world! No pun intended guys." I winked.
"It really is true you have changed a lot from our old friendly greenie since you lost your girlfriend, and NEWT!" Minho screamed.
"She is not my girlfriend, and I have not changed one bit!" I shouted at them.
"OK slim it, greenie." Frypan said, getting serious. "We don't want cranks bashing our guts out."
The abandoned little town suddenly became quiet… everyone just looked at each other trying to get hold of themselves together. Finally Minho broke the silence with a sigh and we continued on the path again. After we traveled through the city we came to a halt at a building that wasn't on the map.
The sign in front of it said, "RIGHT ARM G2/B7."
"That's weird, it hasn't been long enough for the other survivors to start building a society, yet." Frypan said and walked closer.
"Wait!" I said. He froze in place. "There could be cranks."
"At a Right Arm camp?" he pointed out.
"You're right." I sighed. We all approached cautiously. Then a scanner turned on and scanned them.
"This isn't a Right Arm Camp…" Minho whispered.
"Run." Frypan muttered.
"No, hide." I said and the alarms went off. "I think it's WICKED."