Under The Same Sky | Newt X ¡fem!Reader

Ch.10 •The Scorch•

How could I ever forget that sound? The sound of the thing that took my brother away."-down! Everybody hide!" I heard Thomas yell as I zoned back in. Luckily Minho noticed this and pulled me under the rock structure with him. Aris, Winston, and Thomas hid on one side while Fry and Teresa sat behind Minho, Newt, and me. "They're never going to stop looking for us. Are they?" I heard Minho on my right ask no one in particular. "Not until we make it out of this shit hole. And get as far away from those assholes as possible," I said patting his shoulder. All he did was turn to look at me as Fry chuckled at my choice of words.

We all climbed over scorched buildings. I walked a little behind everyone just to help Winston once in a while. We got to a large dune where we all stood catching our breaths as sand blew everywhere I was in between Teresa and Winston. We looked out into the view to see more scorched buildings and mountains still very far away. "There's mountains. That's gotta, be it. That's where we're going," Thomas said as he pointed out into the distance. "That's a long way off," I heard Newt say. "Then we'd better get moving," said Minho.

I heard Winston grunt as he removed his bag from his body. "Hey, Winston let me ca-" before I could even finish my sentence Winston fell face-first into the sand. I tried catching him but it all happened too quick "Winston!" I yelled getting everyone's attention. Thomas and the others quickly ran over. I had Winston's head on my lap, "Hey Winston can you hear me! Come on!" I yelled trying to shake his body. "He's hurt pretty bad" I heard someone say behind me. "What do we do?" Asked Teresa looking at me and Thomas. Fry and Newt kept trying to call out to the half-unconscious boy.

We ended up building a sort of stretcher to pull him with us. The wind storm was getting stronger so we had to find some shelter. I was now sitting in between Fry and Minho watching as Fry dumped out all the sand from his shoes. Aris was sitting against some rocks. Winston was now sleeping his chest rising up and down fast. I had one last water bottle, I poured half into Minho's bottle as I shared my half with Fry. Teresa and Thomas were standing over at a dune looking out into the scorch, they have something together I could tell.

Newt came and sat next to Minho as they shared water. I stood up and looked into the distance towards Thomas and Teresa and yelled, "Hey lovebirds! How's it looking?!" As Newt came and stood beside me. "Just a little further!" Thomas responded giving me a really look. "That's not very convincing," said Newt looking at me as we both turned to look at Minho, Fry, and Aris. We both went back and sat down. When we heard a gunshot Minho and Newt quickly pushed me behind them. These guys were always so protective.

Fry quickly ran to take the gun out of Winston's hand. "Guys get down here!" Aris yelled at Thomas and Teresa. When they came down Teresa looked suspicious but I didn't bother to think too much about it. "What happened?!" Yelled Thomas. "I don't know he just woke up grabbed the gun and tried to-" I took my gun out of Fry's hands and put it on my gun holster. "Winston, Winston you okay?" Thomas asked Winston as he kneeled beside him. Winston threw up black gunk liquid. I looked away in disgust remembering having to hold the bucket for my mom and dad when they were sick. "It's- it's growing...inside me," Winston managed to say with a shaky voice as he lifted his shirt to reveal the flare spreading quickly.

We all looked at each other than at Winston. "I'm not gonna make it," Winston whispered. The boys next to me looked at me looking to see if there was anything I could do. I had told them about how I looked after my parents and how they died. I looked at the boys next to me and slightly shook my head. "Please...don't let me turn into one of those...things," Winston says putting his hand out for the gun in my holster. I wanted to take it out, give it to him so that he wouldn't go through the same pain my parents did but I couldn't bring myself to do it.

Newt noticed this and pulled the gun out of my holster and kneeled next to Winston, grabbed the gun, Winston's hand, and placed it on Winstons' chest. "Thank you. Now get out of here," I heard Winston say. "Goodbye Winston," Newt said as he got up and walked away. Minho and Fry said their goodbyes. Fry with tears in his eyes patted my shoulder and walked past me. Thomas and I were the last ones left, "it's okay," Winston whispered looking at Thomas, "I'm sorry," Thomas said with tears in his eyes. "Thomas... take care of them," Thomas turns around to Winston, nods and walks away.

I kneeled beside Winston, "I'm sorry I couldn't do more to help," I said with a shaky voice tears threatening to fall from my eyes. "It's okay...It's okay don't blame yourself. I know you and Thomas will lead them to safety, I believe in you." I pushed some of his hair out of his face, "Promise to tell him your his sister...I know you are" "I think you're right, I will soon I promise," I said as I stood up and put my backpack on. "Goodbye, Winston."
"Goodbye, Y/n."

I caught up to Thomas and the rest. We all walked in a line over the dunes. We all walked in silence no one saying a word. I fiddled with my bracelet thinking about what Winston had said, I should tell him soon. I heard a gunshot from far and so did everyone else. I suddenly stopped walking and so did everyone else. My heart stopped we lost another friend. A tear rolled down my cheek. Winston was gone.

When it got dark we found an abandoned ship (I'm not sure what it was I think it was a ship) half-buried under the sand. We decided to stay and make a fire under some old storage containers. I sat between Newt and Aris. We all sat there in silence for a while. "I thought we were supposed to be immune," spoke Minho as he fidgeted with a pocket knife. "Not all of us, I guess," said Teresa looking into the fire. "If Winston can get infected we should assume so could the rest of us," Newt said looking at the fire as I put my head on his shoulder. "I never thought I'd say it...I miss the Glade," Fry said with a tear rolling down his cheek.

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