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Runners :***

Newt's eyes open in fear. He doesn't accept what he's hearing. I don't accept it, either.

"W-what do you mean, Tommy?" He cracks a smile. He awaits good news, which the three of us know won't come.

"He's becoming one of them." Thomas raspy voice echoes in my ear. This can't be…

"H-he can't…" Newt tries to argue. We're immune."

"Listen, Newt, I know as much as you do." I doubt that. "Now guys need us, so can we go already?" He says, brushing off the subject.

I want to believe he's in such a rush, because he wants to help guys with whatever they're doing to Winston, but… I remember how he stopped my rebellion. He's responsible for Nicole, David and… Natalie's death.

"Yeah." Newt scratches his nose when he stands up, trying to hide the pain. You don't have to hide anything from me. But at the same time I hide so, so much from him. "Stay here, love." He turns around to tell.

I don't plan on listening to him. Instead I stand up and walk past him, mumbling. "Like hell I will."

We, actually I, get to Winston after a while. Thomas sprinted past me and Newt… he ran with his hurt leg as fast as he only could, when he made sure it was okay to leave me behind.

To my shock Winston is really in a bad way. I thought he would behave quiet weird, but what I witness… It breaks my heart.

Minho and Fry hold his hands down, while Thomas and Newt pin his legs down. Winston trembles, screams, fights, tries to escape. In this whole madness I notice something on his body. It's a scratch, infected scratch. It's the reason he behaves like that. It's the reason he's changing.

After a moment I see Teresa few meters away from me. Her eyes are wide open. She's terrified, unsure of what move she ought to make.

We need to do something, Teresa. I try to reach her gaze, but her eyes are focused on the horror in front of us. We need to do something quickly. If Winston injures one of the guys they'll get infected, too.

Think, Julia. Just… think. My eyes cover in tears.

I don't know what to do. I never have. I put so many people in danger. I don't even know what to-

I interrupt myself, somehow noticing a medium stalk few feet away. I grab it as fast as I canand go behind Winston's head ready to strike.

Winston hurls again and it makes Fry let go of him. With his free hand he reaches for Minho, but before he can do him any harm I hit him.

His head falls to the ground with a loud 'bump'.

Later everything happens too fast. I sank to my knees, tears already falling down my cheeks. Newt walks up to me. He brings me closer, embracing me. He whispers words that are meant to bring comfort. But I can't hear them.

I can only see smeary curves of Winston's body. He lays there not even flinching.

"D-did I…" I can't even finish. I'm too scared to ask. I killed so many people already. If Winston…

Minho bends and brings his cheek towards Winston's mouth. "He's still breathing." He reassures me. He gives me a sad smile. It doesn't much him. I'm used to him smirking or grinning all the time. This… this isn't Minho that I know.

This Minho… This Minho is wrecked. If only he knew about Nicole… He doesn't have to, though. I doubt Newt will let us talk eye to eye for a while, so it will make it easier.

If I have to lie… no hide the truth from them, just to keep them happy then I will.

I'll keep them in the dark to protect them from the demons of this cruel world.