Half

~Shucking Walls~

POV (Y/n)

-1 Year and 13 Days in the Scorch-

Entering the tunnel felt stupid, but this whole mission was a death sentence waiting to happen. Newt had an arm hanging out of the car illuminating our way more than what the car lights were able to do when Fry slammed on the breaks "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" he said afraid. Looking on we could all see why a single crank stands with an oddly angled posture, gagging and twitching. It wasn't coming after us but the mere sight of it was startling. 

"It's just one, let's go around," I tell Fry as we stare ahead "take it slow," Thomas adds and I have to bite back my retort, we don't have the luxury of slow. "We'll be fine," Thomas adds trying to put everyone at ease "take it slow," Fry repeats to himself as Newt pulls his arm in while rolling up his window. I'm startled by the infected woman that appears at my window causing Thomas and me to jump in unison. "Please," the woman gasp repeating the words as she giggles the handle attempting to open it "help me!" she begs, and then we're alerted to another crank jabbering at Thomas's window.

They swarm the car before we can even realize what to do. "GO!" I shout "Floor it, Fry!" Thomas calls as we all begin to feel the panic. I pull at the gun I'd brought tucked into a hoster at my waist, and although I was more comfortable with knives a gun would be much quicker. As Fry floored the car forward a crank had settled on the front of the car and began pounding on our windshield. I knew the old car wouldn't last much longer and I readied my gun aiming at him. 

When the shot rang out I don't know if it killed him, but it was enough to knock him off of the car. "Frypan, watch out!" Thomas cried seeing that our path ahead was blocked, but the warning came too late. We were flipped onto our side in seconds, and I fell into Thomas's hard. The air felt ripped from my lungs at the impact and we all began coughing pleading for the air to return. "Everyone okay?" Thomas asks and I began assessing myself as Fry replies "my hand," I feel a pulse of pain at the back of my head.

I reach back to feel hot blood "my head," I say before pushing myself up, not genuinely concerned about the injury. "Cover your eyes," Thomas calls before kicking out the window for us to climb out of. Once we're out I rush to open the door for Fry and Newt, it takes a minute but the door finally pry's open "you okay?" Thomas asks the boys as they tumble out "I think so," Newt says but Fry sports a bleeding hand. We have no time to worry when a crank screams cuts into our thoughts.

Our hands stray for our guns but they all fell out in the car. I have knives, but I've never used then on a crank, Fry jumps back into the car. "Fry, come on we gotta move now!" Thomas shouts as we watch the crank run towards us "Fry come on!" I call getting ready to grab him as the crank gets way to close for comfort. Right before in lunges at us Fry jumps up shotgun in hand, one shot and the crank is out. "Nice shot, Fry," Thomas congratulates as we look at the corpse in front of us. "Thanks," Fry responds dazed My head still pulses with pain and I do my best to push through it.

I have no choice when the screams of Cranks begin again, and a swarm is head our way. Fry shoots at them as we run, but it's no use we're surrounded within minutes of running. Fry is shooting left and right until he calls "I'm out!" and I gulp hard as I raise my knife. "Shit," Thomas says simply looking out as the cranks walk closer to us. I'm about to start throwing when the sound of a revving engine distracts me. Jorge's trunk crashes through a group of Cranks and Brenda pops up from the sun roof "Hey, get in!" she shouts over the den of noise.

No one has to be told twice and we race into the trunk as Brenda fires shots. Before we even shut the door we're all shouting for Jorge to go. "Hang on!" he shouts flooring the gas and speeding out of the God forsaken tunnel. When I see the light of day again I nearly sigh, but I know we're far from done. "I'm impressed!" Jorge shouts to us "you guys almost lasted a whole day," he tells us and I roll my eyes at him "what are you guys doing here?" I ask confused of why they'd risk their necks for us.

Brenda looks back eyes looking between Thomas and I "I'm sorry. I didn't wanna bring you guys into this," Thomas says "I think what they're trying to say is thanks for saving us," Fry translates "your welcome," Brenda returns staring into my brother's eyes. I felt bad for her pining over my brother who was clearly still in love with his evil, psycho soulmate. "Hey, don't get your hopes up. That check point back there, that was the city's last defense. If that was overrun, chances are the city is, too," Jorge tells us but then our eyes fall onto something ironic.

"Yeah, unless they figured out some other way to keep the Cranks out," Newt says as the vehicle screeches to a hault. We all file out and I look at the city surround by thick metal walls with a scowl "fucking walls," I say with a grimace.