Huh?


    I was under the rug of our previous shelter.


    Newt was already up, sitting on the lip of the hole, watching the sun rise.


    “ Oh, Newt! You wouldn’t believe the dream I had!”


    My voice worked this time.


    “ It was were you were stabbed by a crank, and then taken,”


    I was walking towards Newt now.


    “ And I was so sad, ”


    I had put my hand on his shoulder.


    “ and your blood was blac-”


    Newt whipped around.


    Oh no.


    His face was covered in black veins


    his mouth slightly open, with black blood dripping out


    His eyes were wide with fear


    “Love? ”


    Did he really just call me that?


    His voice was weak and calm.This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.


    “ Yes, Newt?”


    “ Save me.”


    I could feel my heart crack


    “ I- I’m trying Newt, but I don’t know what to do!”


    His face contorted in rage


    He stood up


    I could feel his breath on my face


    “ You don''t know what to do?!?”


    I took a step towards Newt, trying to calm him down


    “ New-”


    He was screaming now


    “ No! It’s already too late!”


    Newt advanced


    I took a step back


    “ Newt, I’m trying my best, an-”


    “ Your best?”


    He laughed


    Laughed


    Black spit flew from his mouth


    “ Your best?”


    He pointed behind me


    I looked


    The stairs were filled with cranks, crawling over each other to get up


    “ That''s what I am now!”


    I tried to speak


    “ N-No, you still have time. I won’t let you turn int-”


    He looked at me with no emotion in his eyes


    “ You already did.”


    I stared at him


    I knew the hurt showed on my face


    A crank grabbed me by the leg and pulled me down.


    The last thing I saw was Newt’s bloody face


    The last thing I heard was Newt mutter


    “ Your best wasn''t enough.”


    I woke up with tears streaming down my face.