Ch 8: "It's been a long day, without you my friend-" No.
I woke up to bright sunshine rising over the grassy hills, and the warm breeze. It reminded me of the glade in a way. "Newt?" I said, sitting up. No reply. "Newt? I say more frantically.
"Yeah?" Said a voice outside the shelter we made.
I sighed in relief. "Nevermind."
"If you're bloody checking on me I'm going to punch you in the face. I can take care of myself." Newt's voice said from outside.
"Sorry, it's just-"
"You don't want to lose me again, I know." Newt appeared in the doorway, arms crossed, frowning like usual. I layed back down and stared blankly at the wall.
"Your right Newt, I don't want to lose you again like how I lost Teresa. Honestly I was never the same without you in my life, you're my best friend." I sighed and looked at him.
Newt said nothing and walked outside again. Minho woke up. "What time is it?" He said.
"Do you think I have a watch?" I said.
"Yes?" He said making a strange face.
"No!" I said, and laughed.
"What's all the ruckus?" Frypan said and woke up, rubbing his eyes.
"Well now that everyone is up let's have breakfast and move out of here." I said.
"Yeah." Minho agreed.
"Oh by the way I'm cooking." Frypan crawled out of the shelter slickly.
"Of course," I laughed then crawled out myself.
When I found myself out of the shelter I was surprised to be Frypan just staring in utter shock. "Wow," Frypan said looking at Newt standing on a pile of dead cranks.
"See I can handle my bloody self!" he looked at us with a smug look.
"Are you sure you just didn't catch The Flare again?" I said, backing away a little.
"Nope!" He showed us his arms making a cheesy look on his face.
"OK, show me your arm." I said.
I investigated all his limbs and yet no injury, or no black veins/purple discoloration.
"Well, Good." I said and smiled.
We traveled west some more, since we were in California, and the hills were kinda in the middle, it would be best to travel west.
"I spy with my little eye…" Frypan said, then looked at the sky. "Something blue."
"The bloody sky! How many times have I told you not to look where you want to make people guess if that even makes any sense!" Newt said, a little irritated.
A loud Boom was in the distance, along with screams of terror and fear. "Did you hear that?" I say and we all turn around. A big, siloet of WICKED's jet was open firing right towards us.
"RUN!" I yelled.
WICKED's POV:
1 week and 1 day Earlier
"What's going on!" A scared worker said.
"Janson's taken control, and killed Minister Paige!" Another worker said, people were running around and alarms were blaring.
Screams of WICKED's trusted workers echoed through the building. WICKED never liked Janson, but they took him in anyways.
"Hello WICKED." The speaker turned on. It was Janson. Everyone froze in fear. "I want a jet going after the 4 people who just escaped this place. Kill at any cost, but keep Thomas, and Newt. I want them alive. We've tracked the jet so far as close to over the hills of California. They may be going to their Safe Haven as they call it. Destroy, and kill the Haven. Good day, if you don't do this, you will pay with your life." Screaming continued and more fear spreader yet some more.