"I'm just so tired to share my nights
I wanna cry and I wanna love
But all my tears have been used up
On another love, another love
All my tears have been used up"
Clara led them through a demolished city. She looked around her as she held one of her pistols in her hand. She looked slightly at some of the group members behind her. They all looked like lost puppies. She let out a small laugh at the thought of them being puppies.
"What the hell happened to this place?" Fry asked.
"I don't know. But it looks like no one has been here for a long time." Newt said from behind him.
"That's because no one has." Clara said as she stopped walking, looking at the group who stopped as well. "Well, except for the survivors that scavenge around." Everyone looked at her as she spoke.
"I hope the whole world is not like this." Aris said and Clara grinned slightly.
"I think it is." She shrugged before she started to walk again. She looked around some more before she felt a presence walk beside her.
"I'm not talking to you." Clara said as she knew it was Minho.
"Why not?" Minho asked and Clara looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
"Right. Sorry, stupid question." Minho grumbled. "I'm just glad you're alive." Minho told her and Clara gave him another look, scoffing as she shook her head before picking up her pace, walking away from him.
"I know sorry doesn't cut it. And there's nothing that I or Newt or Fry can say that makes it right." Minho continued to talk as he caught back up to her.
"Got that right." Clara mumbled.
"Ever since that day we've lived with the guilt of what we've done-"
"Good."
Minho sighed when she cut him off and stopped when she did. Clara stared at Minho with a blank look.
"What is it?" Minho asked and she gave him a fake smile.
"Shut up". She told him seriously before continuing to walk. She didn't get too far though when Thomas' voice broke out.
"Everyone get down! Everyone hide! Here! Here. Here." Thomas pointed as they all scattered then came together underneath a fallen concrete piece as the aircraft got louder.
The group watched as they saw the aircrafts go by them, staying hidden in sight. "They'll never stop looking for us." Winston said.
"Huh." Clara looked at the aircrafts go out of sight while the others looked at her. "I'm quite jealous honestly. They never sent out a search group when Carter and I escaped." Clara told them as she stood back up.
Minho and Newt looked at each other when she mentioned 'Carter'. That's a new name. The others stood up as well. Clara already started to walk and turned her head slightly back towards the others. "Come on. Before they decide to turn around or something."
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Clara took them to the end of the city where the scorch was once again there. She started to climb the sand dune, the others following behind her quickly.
"We're almost there guys." Thomas encouraged his friends as he was right beside Clara. Clara reached the top first as she stopped and looked over it, the air blowing at them. Thomas stood next to her on her left while Newt was on her right.
"There we are." Clara pointed to the mountains. "We're in there."
"That's a long way off." Newt said as he looked to her.
"I mean, I could always leave you here." Clara smirked at him.
"Then we better get moving." Thomas nodded and they went to start walking again until Winston collapsed and slid down the dune.
"Winston! Hey! Winston!" Thomas shouted as he scrambled over, the others following behind.
Winston started to gasp as Teresa moved his head gently. Thomas kept calling out for him. "He's hurt pretty bad." Fry told them.
"What do we do?" Teresa asked as Clara kneeled down next to her and felt the back of Winston's head.
"First. We need to keep his body temperature down. He's already burning up as it is and it's just going to get worst." She grabbed some type of blanket and put it around him, then put a visor around his head gently. "And since we're in the scorch. That's going to make it difficult. But he can't walk, we're going to need to pull him somehow." Clara directed and the members once again looked shocked.
"I was a Medjack. Remember?" She said to the three that knew. "Plus I got some more experience in the Right Arm. Come on, we need to move."
They grabbed some supplies from the city and put Winston on top of it while Fry and Minho started to pull him. They went on for awhile until they decided to take a break under some broken shelter.
Clara sat down close to Winston so she could keep an eye on him. She watched Teresa walk over on a sand dune, Thomas following after her as she rested her head against the metal behind her, closing her eyes.
"How long till we get there?" Newt asked.
"Beats me." Minho shrugged from his spot a bit away from Clara as he unzipped his bag.
"Catch." Minho smiled and threw a green tennis ball at Newt who quickly brought his hand up and whacked it down. The ball flew into the sand near Clara and she opened up her eyes from the noise.
Clara looked down and her eyes landed on the ball. She wouldn't have thought anything of it. But she saw the worn out smiley face on it. She basically scrambled in her spot and quickly grabbed it.
"See, she wants to play." Minho gave Newt a look.
"Where did you get this?" Clara asked.
"The ball?" Minho asked.
"No, the shirt you're wearing-YES THE BALL!"
"Clara calm down." Newt had his hand out, telling her to take a breath.
"How did you get this? This was Carter's." Clara ignored him as she continued to look at Minho.
"It was on a bunk we stayed at after we got out of the maze." Minho shrugged, shouting slightly.
"Chill girl." Fry said from his spot next to Newt, Newt quickly slapping him on the arm.
Clara looked down at the ball and smiled slightly as she rubbed the smiley face with her thumb. Minho and Newt shared a look before Newt spoke up.
"Whose Carter?"
Clara looked at Newt then back at the ball as she sighed. "After the griever basically killed me, I was out for almost two months in a coma. I woke up and Carter was my roommate. He played with this ball all the time." She explained to them as she tossed the ball in the air and caught it again.
"We got close." Clara looked to the three before looking at the ball. That was her way of telling them their relationship was something more then friends. They didn't respond after that. They didn't know what to respond with. This was a new Clara to them. They didn't want to push anything or say something they'll regret.
"I'm keeping this by the way." Clara told Minho as she wiggled her hand slightly that was holding the ball. Minho didn't say anything, he just smiled softly.
**eh. I really don't have anything to say. Bye. Bye :)**
**Another Love ~ Tom Odell**