ᵀᵉᵉⁿᵃᵍᵉ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐ || ˢᵗⁱˡᵉˢ/ᵀʰᵒᵐᵃˢ || ᵀᵂ ˣ ᵀᴹᴿ

𝟬𝟮𝟯. 𝗥𝗔𝗗𝗜𝗢

A radio. Where the hell do I find a radio?

It was morning, Stiles had just scared a crow away, waking the rest up. I didn't even sleep. I went over and over that list, trying make sense of things. Canaan was a town where everyone was gone, disappeared. Just like Beacon Hills is going to disappear.

"Are they gone?" Newt asks and I nod. "Yeah, I think we're safe for now." Stiles says and I sigh. "Okay, we should get moving." Stiles says and I stand up.

"Fry, Winston, let's pack it up." He says and fry stands up, while Winston is just groaning. "Hey, man, you okay?" He asks and Winston just nods.

We walk away from the building, into an empty town with a bunch of skyscrapers. I feel like this is going to be Beacon Hills if they don't defeat the ghost Riders.

"What the hell happened to this place?" Fry asks. Most of the buildings were broken down, and I wonder why, since there wasn't a meteorite or something.

"I don't know. Doesn't look like anyones heen here in a long time." Newt replies. "Anyone sane, at least." I mutter.

"I hope the whole world's not like this." Aris says and I shrug. "If our plan works, you don't have to be here much longer." I say and chuckle. "Hold on, stop!" Stiles says and we all look at him confused.

"Do you hear that?" He asks and I listen, and just as I'm about to reply no I hear aircraft. Shit. "Everybody go, hide!" He yells and I look around. Where?!

We hide under a huge stone brick and see the aircraft flying over us.

"They're never gonna stop looking for us are they?" Minho asks and no one replies, instead we just move on. We have to climb a mountain of stone, and then another mountain made of sand. It really tested your endurance, and thank god I had some.

On top of the Sandmountain we got a clear view ahead of us. Jesus, the mountains are forever away.

"There, that's gotta be it." Stiles says and I scoff. "You mean those little things I can barely see?" I say sarcastic and he rolls his eyes.

"That's a long way off." Newt says and I look around, there's literally no one. Not a single soul.

"Then we better get moving." I start walking, and I see Winston falling down, starting to gasp for air.

"Winston? Winston?!" Stiles yells, and I check his pulse, he's still alive. "He's hurt pretty bad." Minho says and I look at Stiles. "What do we do?" I ask and Stiles stands up, sighing.

. . .

We were able to carry Winston with the help of our handmade brancard, and so we moved on, walking and walking. I think we've walked the entire day.

The wind got worse though, and I could barely see anything, having to cover up my entire face so I wouldn't get hurt by the sand.

"We gotta find shelter!" I yell, and soon enough we find some, and the wind thankfully slows down.

Stiles walks a little further away and I follow.

"Stiles, we need to talk." I say and he frowns. "I'm worried," I say and he frowns. "About all of this." I say and he nods. "Me too."

"How is it looking up there?" I hear Newt ask. "Just a little further." Stiles replies and I look to my left. It's a lot further than just a little.

"I need to confess something." I say and he frowns. "You know I love you right?" I say and he nods. "Yeah, I love you too, but, why are saying this?" He asks and I take a step closer.

"Stiles I need you to promise me, that when push comes to shove you will choose us over them." I say and he frowns. "What- what are you saying?" He asks and I shake my head.

"Getting to the flat trans is one thing. We decrypted the message, we know how to get there, but Winston's dying, and what if WICKED finds us and takes one of them? I need to count on you to leave when we can."  I say and he scoffs.

"How is this coming out of your mouth?" He says and I shake my head. "You're getting attached. I just need you to remember why we are here. Not to find some cure for them, not to play hero for a bunch of boys with no future. We were kidnapped." I say and he clenches his jaw.

"And we once we get back, we move on. With, or without them." I say and he has tears in his eyes. It was the truth, it maybe hard to hear, but it's true.

He opens his mouth to respond, but then we hear a gunshot. We quickly run towards Winston, and I see everyone's already there.

"What happened?" I ask and Fry shrugs. "I don't know! He just woke up and grabbed the gun, and then he tried to..." Fry says and I look at Winston. He was on his hands and knees, reaching out to Fry.

"Give it back, please." He begs and Stiles walks over to him holding him up. "Winston? Winston you okay?" He asks and at that moment Winston throws up black blood.

He starts coughing, and then lays back on the ground. "It's growing..." he says, lifting his shirt. "Inside of me." He whines and I look at Fry. "I'm not gonna make it." He says and we all just looks at him. He reaches out to Fry again.

"Don't let me turn into one of those things." He whispers and I nod. Newt is the first one to move, taking over the gun from Fry. "Wait, Newt..." Stiles tries, but to no use.

He gets on his knees, giving Winston the gun. "Thank you," he says and I clench my teeth. "Now, get outta here." He says and I smile weakly.

"Goodbye Winston." Newt says and stands up. We all leave, saying goodbye, and I go first.

After a minute of two of walking away, we hear a gunshot and I flinch, stopping with walking.

. . .

We didn't talk the entire day, nor night. I took over a little, since I was the least attached to him. Aris was going to light the fire with Fry, I would prepare some food.

Everyone was feeling down, the hard reality hitting. "I thought we were supposed to be immune." Minho says, breaking the silence.

"Not all of us, I suppose." I glance at Newt who was scratching his arm. I frown at him, but he avoids looking at me.

"If Winston can get infected we have to assume so can the rest of us." Newt eventually says and I nod. "I never thought I'd say it, but I miss the Glade." Frypan says, letting a tear fall.

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