I woke up by Thomas screaming at a bird.

'For god's sake, Thomas!' I groaned and pushed myself off the ground.

'Let's move on.' We grabbed all our stuff and started walking.

~

Soon all the thoughts about Chuck came back to my mind. We were walking for half an hour already and no one said anything, which meant I didn't really have any distractions.
I kept walking at a firm pace and looked around me. Buildings were ruined, glass, broken cars, and more horrible things.

'Hang on, stop.' Thomas suddenly called.
I turned around and looked at him. 'Do you hear that?'
I listened and heard the sound of a helicopter.
'Everybody, hide, hide!'
Quickly I followed Thomas and the others under a big piece of stone. I glanced at the sky and saw a helicopter flying over the area.

'They're never gonna stop looking for us, are they?' Logan quietly asked.

~

'Those mountains. That's gonna be it.'

We stood on a sand mountain, watching the sight in front of us. From a very long distance, I saw more mountains. It would take us more than a day to get there.

'That's a long way off.' Newt commented, following with a small sigh.

'Then we better get moving.'

Just as we were about to walk again, Winston let himself fall onto the floor, his face landed right in the sand.

'Winston!' We all ran over to him and turned his body around. Winston didn't look good. Black liquid came out of his mouth and the veins were getting more visible. I had seen it so many times, so I already knew what it meant. He got the Flare.

'Grab his legs.' Thomas ordered. 'We have to find a shelter.'

~

We found another big stone to hide under. I sat down in the corner of it and moved my knees up to my chest, watching Winston lie on the ground. His chest moved up and down fast, not in a healthy way. Worried I bit my lip. We would lose Winston. I knew that.
And who knew how many more people we would lose? We already lost so many.

'Hey, love.' Newt sat down next to me. 'You okay?'

'Yeah. Are you?' I immediately asked.

'Yes.' Newt replied.

'Do you think we'll find... the mountain people?'
I asked as I wiped some sweat of my forehead. It was hot outside, very hot. Probably because of the sunflares.

'I hope so.' Newt paused. 'Love- take of your jacket. It's too hot outside.'

I looked him in the eyes. 'I'm not taking it off, Newt.'

'I get it's hard for you, but most of us here know about it, okay? I'll assure you that Frypan, Thomas, and Teresa won't ask about it.'

I shook my head. 'I'm sorry- I just can't yet.'

Newt grabbed something off the floor. 'Here, take this instead.' He handed me a water bottle.

'No.' I resisted. 'It's yours. You drink it.'

'But-.'

'I already finished mine, so that's a pity for me. This is your water and you need to drink it.' I didn't give up.

Newt sighed. 'Always so stubborn.' He muttered under his breath before holding the bottle in front of my face.

I wasn't going to drink his water. Newt needed it and I didn't. I wasn't dehydrated yet. 'No.'

'Hey!' Frypan suddenly yelled. 'Winston, no!'

'Give me that!'

'What's going on?'

Immediately I got up and walked over to the boys.

'He just woke up and grabbed the gun and tried to-.' Frypan sighed.

'Give it back, please.' Winston quietly said.

'Winston, are you okay?' Thomas frowned at the boy.

'It's growing...' Winston lifted his shirt. 'Inside me.'

The vision was horrible, even worse than Ben's. There was a deep wound in his stomach, the flesh around it was black and so were the veins. Black blood came out of it and I shivered at the sight.

'I'm not going to make it.' Winston breathed. 'Please. Don't let me turn into one of those things.'

We were all quiet for a few seconds until Newt grabbed the gun out of Frypan's hand and walked over to Winston.

'Wait, Newt...' Thomas started.

Newt bend down and put the gun on Winston's chest. My heart shattered into pieces. Newt knew how Winston felt, that's why he gave him the gun.

'Thank you.' Winston whispered. 'Now get outta here.'

Aris, Logan, and Teresa walked away. 'It's okay.' Winston assured quietly.

'I'm sorry.' A tear dripped down Frypan's face as he followed the others. With tears in my eyes, I looked at Winston. He didn't deserve it. None of it. I should've been the o-

'It's okay.' Winston looked at me. 'Goodbye, Nora.'
I gave him a weak nod and walked away. The tears fell.

'I thought we were supposed to be immune.' Minho mumbled.

'Not all of us, I guess.' Newt replied.

Guilt washed over me and I realized how bad things were. Newt wasn't immune. If he was, then they would've let him go into the Crank pits too. What if Newt ever got The Flare?

We stopped walking when a gunshot echoed through the mountains. We lost another Glader.

~

'I never thought I'd say it...' Frypan looked at the small fire in front of us. A tear streamed down his face. 'I miss the Glade.'

His comment hit me hard. I missed the Glade too. A lot. It was so much calmer in there, much more fun, and maybe even safer. Except for the Grievers. All my friends were there and now only six were left. Six out of forty or maybe even more.

Without even noticing it, tears formed in my eyes and it didn't take long until they fell. Newt pulled me onto his chest and slowly drew circles in my hair, just like he did in the Glade. Normally Minho would've said something about it, but at this point, I knew he didn't even care. None of us was in for a joke.

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A/N: This chapter sucks but whatever :) I hope you enjoyed it anyways.