Seperation // Gally x Reader

Y/n's POV

In the morning, I'm rudely awoken by Thomas screaming at a crow that was pecking at the scraps of food we'd salvaged. The others seem to have also fallen victim to Thomas' disturbance, and now we were all faced with the one thing we dreaded- reality.

"Jesus, T, calm down. It's just a bird," I grumbled, stretching my arms out with a yawn. "Y/n, it was trying to take the last bit of jerky we have left," he replies, staring me down. "Still, it's just a bird."

He pushes off his knee and rises to his feet. The refreshing morning sun illuminates the setting we'd slept in. In daylight, it looks much different to how it did last night. There's a spiralling dome above our heads, and we're surrounded by uneven slabs of concrete and other materials. 

"Are they gone?" Newt asks, presumably talking about the zombified creatures we'd encountered. I'd almost forgot about those.

"Yeah, I think we're safe, for now," Thomas says, peering over the fallen pillar we were hiding beneath. "Okay, we should get moving."

"You don't have to tell me twice." I say, hopping to my feet and offering my arm to Chuck who was still cuddled up in a corner. I yank him harshly and he grunts slightly, a smile somehow still plastered across his youthful face.

"Fry, Winston, let's go." Thomas says as the rest of us begin to pick up our backpacks. Winston attempts to get up but, as soon as he clenches, he groans in pain. His stomach looks awful. The bandage is already drenched in blood and black goo, melting across his torso. Fry helps him up and we start moving. As we climb over the disproportionate terrain, I stay behind with Winston, offering him a leg up on the higher slants even though he protests.

When we reach the top of the ruins it becomes apparent that we're wandering through the remains of an abandoned city. The buildings are rusted and crumbling, most of them couldn't even be classified as buildings anymore. A large road runs straight through the middle, and that seems to be where we're headed.

It's full of rotting cars, with a small, barricaded space in the middle for us to walk through. I glance up at the buildings, in particular one who's roof seems to have caved in. Debris and wires cascade effortlessly down the walls. If it didn't look so dead, I might say it looked pretty.

Even the path that we're travelling on has sand. My boots still haven't recovered from yesterday, and now they were only getting worse. Small grains wormed their way inside, irritating my skin. This experience has really made me hate sand. It's coarse and rough and it gets everywhere, even in places I wouldn't have expected.

"What the hell happened to this place?" Fry asks, spinning around to face the rest of us. "I don't know," Newt replies. "It doesn't look like anyone's been here in a long time."

"I hope the whole world's not like this," Aris mutters, trailing slowly near the back of the group. He's right though. If the whole world is like this, would it really be worth it?

A rumbling sound, quiet yet persistent, stops Thomas in his tracks. It grows louder and louder until we all pause to examine it. "Woah, woah, hang on. Stop." Thomas says, stopping the remaining people who were walking. "Do you hear that?" He asks.

We all look around, searching for the source of the sound. As it looms closer, it begins to sound like an aircraft, whirring and inching towards us. Thomas ushers us all under a piece of concrete, "Get down! Everybody hide, hide! Get in here!"

Just as I'd thought, a large bug-shaped vehicle soars through the air above us, accompanied by two smaller helicopters. They separate around the buildings, scanning each one briefly before moving forward. "They're never gonna stop looking for us, are they?" Minho asks.