Seperation // Gally x Reader

All I can do is stand there. The air is thick with smoke, and the flames place the setting in a warm light. A painful, disgusting orange that intensifies with each blast. I watch as men drop down from the helicopters, armed with large guns. They begin shooting, but I can't tell if they're trying to hit people or our supplies. Either way, the realisation that we're under attack sinks into my bones and I regain my sprint.

I race down the hill but stop as I watch a man fall to the ground, electricity pulsing down his back. I manage to find Mary, running with a small group towards the west. "Mary!" I shout as I catch up to them. "Y/n! Thank God. Hurry, we need to get to safety."

We make it a few paces before the man behind us falls to the ground. "Tyson!" Mary exclaims, dropping by his side. My eyes flicker between the two figures on the floor, and the group retreating to safety. I grab her arm and attempt to pull her forward, but she can't get up in time.

A WICKED guard positions himself in front of us, gun trained on Mary as she holds her arm out. She scuttles back along the floor, and I try to stay as low as possible, my knees bent uncomfortably with my hands in the air.

"Get up," the man says sternly. I rise slowly, one arm around Mary's to assist her. Once we're on our feet, I stare him down. He's wearing thick black body armour and a helmet. Coward. He brings his collar closer to his face, and I see small bright lights that must be some sort of communication device. He says something unintelligible into it, and in a matter of seconds another guard turns up. The first one grabs my arm harshly and yanks me forward, the other follows behind with Mary. "Chill, man, I'm cooperating," I complain with a scoff, my shoes scuffing against the rough ground.

My eyes scan the chaos, but I can't make out any of the faces. Everything is a blur. The guards pull us to the centre of the camp, and I'm kicked on the back of the knee. I immediately fall weak, tumbling to the ground with a pathetic grunt. Strong hands land on my shoulders and pull me upright into a kneeling position. The rest of the Right Arm is in the same position, placed in lines around the fire.

The rest of my group is brought forward to kneel beside me. I watch as they throw Vince and Mary in a different group. One of the guards pushes Sonya's head forward, and a bright light scans her neck. "B-4," he says. As he speaks, reading each number, a man marks something down in a journal.

Another figure breaks through us and walks to the scribe. "How many did we get?" He asks with his back to us. "All of them. Give or take," the man replies. "Give or take what?" He continues, spinning around to look at all the groups. He falters when he sees us.

I squint as the smoke clouds my view. A pointed nose and trademark smirk emerge from the fog, and my stomach churns. I know those features. It's rat-man.

He smiles at me as the other man answers, "Well, they lost a few." I scowl at them and the way they talk about my friends. The ones who died. The ones they killed. "Where's Thomas?" Janson asks the man, a flicker of worry crossing his face. "Right here," a voice says from behind.

My neck is pushed down, so I don't get the chance to see who answered, but my best guess would be Thomas. I wince as a tingling feeling ripples through my neck and down my spine. I cock my neck back up and find Thomas standing less than a foot away from Janson. "Thomas..." he says with a smile. The boy doubles over as Janson sends a punch straight to his stomach.

He grunts as he's passed off to a guard and left to kneel beside me. Subtle groans and heavy breaths pass through his lips, barely audibly. I whisper to him, "Come on, Thomas. I've punched you harder than that. Don't be such a baby." Even though I can tell he's in pain, he sends me a crooked smile.

"Why didn't you run?" Minho says. I presume he's talking to Thomas and not me. "I'm tired of running," Thomas replies. I stare at him with my brows furrowed. Is this his way of telling us he's giving up? I call bullshit.