A/N: Hi thanks for reading this as usual, blah blah blah same as usual note, just bear with me on the cringe and sorrow people. Thanks!
GA/N: I have issues and I'm happy newt is not dead ; we all missed him.
Ch 7: Bang, boom, crash, oof!
I scrunch my eyes closed, expecting to die, then I looked up feeling a strong pull from above. It was my friends. Forming together to save my life.
"Hang on Tommy!" Newt said, Newt was holding me, Minho was holding him, and Frypan was holding the poll so we all don't fall to our dooms.
"Crash landing in 5…" The computer from the jet said.
"We need to get to the controls!" I said to them. "Let me drop, I might have a slight chance landing on the crontols!"
Frypan shook his head, "I have an idea" he looked up at a long rope kicking it with his foot then tied it to the poll with his unused hand. "Take this Thomas!" He threw the rope down.
"4…" The computer counted down. They lowered me down. "3…" The computer counted.
"Which control is it…" I muttered to myself.
"2…" The computer said in a monotone.
"Found it!" I said then straightened the jet to a kind of soft landing.
"1…" We crash landed. Everything toppled over as I tried to stop the jet, or lift it up in the air. "Jet 1 is broken…" The computer listed. "Jet 3 is broken. Guns are broken."
"What's not broken!?" Newt yelled.
"Air Conditioning, is fully functional." And the computer turned on the air conditioning on full blast.
"You're bloody right it still works." Newt said, covering his eyes from the very strong air conditioner.
"Umm… computer turn air conditioning off!" I yelled.
"No keep it on computer!" Frypan yelled.
"We are about to die, and we are fighting over a bloody air conditioner?!" Newt yelled at both of us.
Finally after a few minutes, the jet came to a halt, and we all got off, everything was a mess, and hair was everywhere. Well, except Minho's, I don't know how his hair so perfect. I rolled my eyes.
Newt sighed, "We should probably find some kind of way to make shelter so we don't die…" he said looked at them.
"No!" Minho protested. The rest of us looked puzzled. "Have u heard of the rules of 3?!" He cleared his throat. "3 minutes without air, 3 hours without shelter if you in a storm, 3 days without water, 3 weeks without food. Thank you." He bowed.
"Show off." I muttered.
"Then we should get water first, then shelter." Frypan suggested.
"Good idea, we should check the jet for extra supplies." I said pointing at a crate that had fallen out the front window.
"The jet could be shelter! It might not work but it is shelter." Newt said. "And good idea Tommy." Newt added.
"Thanks, Newt" I put my hand to my neck.
The wind blew gently while we all raided the jets crates. In the distance you could see the mountains and green floral fields of grass. It was relaxing though we had no clue where we were.
A day passed, and we redecorated the jet, we made the lights work again with some light bulbs we found in a crate, and we made beds for everyone, some on sophas and some on the floor.
It was great and all, until a week later we barely had any food or water left. "Umm… I think we should ditch trying to fix the jet and travel by foot, we only have so much food and water left." Frypan said.
"Frypan has a point, we ain't going to be able to live off air long enough to fix the jet and somehow zip over to home." I said.
"He's bloody right. Minho what do you think. Either way you lose because it's majority rule. Let's go." With that Newt grabbed his backpack and started packing food and water.
Minho opened his mouth to protest but then closed it again. "Let's go," I agreed. Newt finished packing, and we stomped off into the distance.
That night we found a place to camp. It was a flat area that had adjusted into a desert over sometime. It looked familiar.
"What if cranks come overnight?" Frypan said. "I mean, I know we're immune and all but still-" He looked at Newt and he looked down.
"It's okay, Frypan I'll just stay awake." Newt paused then he noticed his necklace around my neck.
"You kept it." He stared at me in complete shock.
"Yeah." I said, not sure what to say.
Frypan cleared his throat. "So when are you able to take off the bandaid?"
"Oh. Umm… I don't know." Newt shrugged. "I guess I'll keep it on for 3-4 months maybe, just incase."
"Good That." Frypan yawned, and layed down. After Minho and Frypan fell asleep, it was just me and Newt awake.
"You can go to sleep. I'll be fine." Newt said, not looking at me.
"You sure?" I said, a little bit worried.
"I'm fine." He playfully punched me. "Just get some rest." Newt insisted.
I hesitated, then sighed as I drifted off into a light slumber, wondering whether he will be fine or not.