"Please, I like blondes," she smiled, not noticing the fact that that statement went straight to Newts head
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Somewhere in the vines of: cranks, labs, mazes, danger and adventure is love. The two aren't sure what to do or how to deal with their f...
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｡ ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ A noise of propellers filled the air. We looked around each over quickly before Thomas spoke
"Quick hide!" He said before beginning to quicken his pace heading underneath a bit of debris from a building. Suddenly a large airplane like structure flew through the sky with the words WCKD on the bottom of it.
"Oh, shit," I whispered. They began to propel past us, not seeing up. "Yeah that's right, bastards. Fuck off," I mumbled.
"They're never gonna stop looking for us, are they?" Minho asked. Thomas didn't answer and lead us to start moving again. We crawled up dirt and prices of building in the scorching heat.
***
After walking for hours the a few of tall buildings replaced themselves with tall mountains of sand which was remotely harder to walk on.
"Fuck," my foot slipped into the sand and my first instinct was to grab onto Newts arm as I slipped
"You alright D?" He asked
"Yeah it's the bloody sand," I moaned.
"Just a little further guys!" Thomas shouted from further up the sandy hill. We met at the top to see almost like a long tail out sand from the top of this mountain going down surrounded by the building. "Those mountains thats gotta be it. That's where we're going guys," Thomas announced.
Gazing far past the desert to a set of no-sand mountains which to be honest was a nice break from a pale yellow. But they were far, that's days if not weeks of walking. Woo-hoo
"That's a long way off," Newt said
"Then we better get moving," he encouraged. We began to walk before suddenly Winston dropped, his body limp as his head buried into the sand
"Winston!" Archer yelled "Winston! Hey," he panicked falling at Winston side and turning his over. The rest of the group gathered around. Winston was breathing heavily as if the oxygen wouldn't enter his mouth."Winston," Archer breathed
"He's hurt pretty bad," I said
"What do we do?" Teresa asked
"Winston, can you hear me?" Newt leaned over to face Winston, Thomas stood up to do whatever while I stayed with the group and Winston.
"I have an idea," I whispered.
***
"Fucking hell," Frypan breathed before behind. Winston was lying in a makeshift hammock like thing while Minho and Frypan dragged him across the desert behind the group.
I was told to stay behind to check he was alright at certain interval. Newt joined my lonely side and I decided to have 'the' conversation....
