Solo ◇Thomas◇

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There was a pause, nobody moving or saying anything. Spencer watched Newt look down to the gun and back at Winston, she knew that look. The look of someone knew what it was like to want to kill themselves. Newt moves forwards to Fry taking the gun from him and crouching next to Winston.

"Wait Newt.." Thomas took a step towards him.

Newt ignored him and placed the gun in Winston's hand holding his own hand over his.

"Thank you." Winston whispers. His voice was barely audible. "Now.. get outta here."

"Goodbye Winston." Newt whispers whilst nodding his head before standing up and grabbing his backpack. He glanced back at Winston and the tears in his eyes were obvious. All of them had tears in their eyes except Spencer who was adamant on hiding them.

Everybody began picking up their belongings slowly and sadly. Minho kneeled down next to Winston, "Go.." Winston told him and reluctantly Minho pulled himself away and followed Newt.

Fry was on his other side trying to keep himself together as he would have to leave his best friend. Teresa looked at Winston and Thomas before nodding and walking away.

Fry slowly stood up sniffling and picked up his bag walking after the other leaving Spencer and Thomas alone with him.

"It's okay." Winston said to Thomas who was tearing up more and trying to hold it all in.

"I'm sorry." He said before picking up his bag and turning to follow the others. Just as he was about to walk away, Winston called out to him.

"Thomas.. Take care of them." Thomas nodded and walked off a little, waiting for Spencer.

She crouched down next to him, "Have you got the strength to pull it?" She asked, holding her hand over his.

He looked down holding the gun up, his hand shook as he placed it to his head, his finger shook as it tried to press the trigger but couldn't.

"I don't think so." He then realised what she was going to suggest, "No. I can't let you do that."

"You don't want to be one of those things and I told you I was here for you. If anyone is to do it, I'd rather it be me than hurting your friends."

Thomas' eyes widened as he listened in, she barely knew them and she was willing to do this so none of the others had too.

Winston hesitated before placing the gun in her hands, "Just so you know you are one of my friends."

For the first time since Winston had met Spencer he saw her give him a soft smile, a tear ran down her cheek but she quickly wiped it off.

"Are you sure you want me to do this?"

Winston nodded, spitting up more black blood, she stood up stepping back a little and aiming the gun towards his head. If she was doing this she wanted to do it fast and painless, her hand shook slightly and she swallowed thickly.

"Goodbye Winston, you deserved better."

He nodded and smiled up at her and she pulled the trigger turning her head as the gunshot echoed through the silence. Spencer froze in the spot before dropping the gun to the floor, she didn't look back and instead began walking away stopping when she saw Thomas standing there waiting for her.

"You did the right thing." He muttered putting his arm around her shoulders and began walking after the rest.

"It didn't feel like it." She mumbled pulling her hood and neck gaiter up and walking away from Thomas. He looked over at her worried about what she was thinking about, he hoped that she didn't get a glance of Winston's lifeless body.

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Night had fallen and the group had stopped for shelter under some rubble from a ship that was tilted on its side.

Aris took some more wood and threw it into the fire as they all stayed silent, looking into the flames. He sat down next to Newt looking over to Spencer who had wandered off from everyone.

"I thought we were supposed to be immune." Minho broke the silence, looking up from the small knife he was fiddling with.

"Not all of us." Teresa said before adding, "I guess."

"If Winston can get infected, we should assume so can the rest of us." Newt speaks up after a second of silence.

"I never thought I'd say it..but I miss the glade." Fry says, glancing around.

A loud clang made everyone jump looking around for a crank expecting to see it come running at them but instead saw Spencer throwing her daggers at a container in anger. Everyone stayed silent, the only noise being the clanging of her daggers hitting the container.

"We should get some sleep." Thomas picked up his jacket, "We have a lot more walking to do."

"Who's telling her?" Minho asked, looking around the group.

"I'd rather not get a dagger thrown at me." Fry moved to lie down.

Thomas sighed standing up, "I'll do it."

As he walked away everyone began lying down and getting comfy ready to escape from the terrible day in their sleep.

Thomas walked over to Spencer wrapping his jacket around his shoulders, he stayed silent watching her throw the daggers at the container angrily before picking them all up again.

"Why'd you do it?" His voice caught her off guard and the dagger landed on the floor after a weak throw.

"I've done a lot of things." She mumbled.

"I'm talking about Winston." Spencer froze before moving to pick up her daggers and looked down at them in her hands. He carried on, "You barely knew him and although you distanced yourself, yet you agreed to do something that no one wants to do."

She stayed silent looking at her daggers, she sighed. "I knew the look."

"The look?" Thomas repeated moving closer to her from behind her.

"Yes, the look. The self pity look, the 'im ready to give up' look." Her voice was just above a mutter.

"Spencer.." He reached out for her shoulder but she turned around to face him before he could.

"I was in the maze for three years, three years on my own." She hadn't made eye contact with him yet. "Being on your own for that long does things to your mind. I was going through a tough time.. I gave up. There's no point living if you have nothing or no one to live for right?" She let out a weak chuckle. "The box that brought my supplies up had a gun in it, I took it but when I pulled the trigger there weren't any bullets. Just Wickeds cruel idea of a joke so instead I climbed the highest wall I could find..and jumped but I landed on my arm and broke it."

Thomas looked at her in shock, he would have never expected someone as tough as her to go through so much pain.

"After that I made a choice. I was either going to get out of the prison or die fighting. So far it seems I'm doing pretty good." Spencer finally pulled her head up to meet his eyes.

"I'm so sorry you had to go through all of that alone." He pulled her into a hug, her body tensed up from the touch. "You don't have to go through any more on your own. I promise."

"Don't make promises you can't keep Crackhead." Spencer pulled away, beginning to walk back to others, "Besides, having a story time doesn't make us friends." She smiles, turning away.

Thomas stood in shock for a moment before realising she was just trying to get off the topic, but that didn't mean he was going to give up on trying to be her friend.

"We'll see Pixie, we'll see." He said jogging past her and too the others with a grin.