What Ever Happened To Newt? ||The Maze Runner

Remorse was the word he was looking for, severe regret. His eyes kept shut until he heard the van drive away with his best friend in it. His heart sank. Wish he may and wish he might, nothing was taking him back to his friends, no matter what. He rolled onto his side and watched the van drive away until he couldn't see it anymore.

"The bugger shot Joey!" An angry crank yelled.

"The kid is still alive." That crank was Josephine, always sassy, never fake.

"I'm alright." He mumbled, sitting up so he could face the angry cranks.

"Get up then!" Josephine snapped.

He groaned and stood up, losing his balance slightly, feeling sick to his stomach but wouldn't admit it.

"What now?" Another crank asked, clearly angry.

"What do you think?" Josephine asked him.

He looked up shocked, not able to understand what she meant. "I don't know." He said for once in his life.

"What happened to 'I am one certain son of a-" Josephine stopped herself and looked at him.

"I don't know." He answered again.

"Upset that that bugger didn't shoot you?" A crank roared. "We can still do it."

"Enough." Josephine gawked.

He balanced himself by keeping his feet firm, holding back the slightest bit of fear he had.

"Give the kid a chance." Josephine shouted at her companions. "He's one of us!"

"One of us?" The same crank that said he'd shoot him scoffed. "His buddy shot Joey!"

"Joey was almost past the gone you fool!" Josephine laughed, it was piercing and crackly.

"He has shuck aim." He mumbled under his breath.

"I say we leave him." Another crank suggested. "All alone, to defend on his own."

His heart rattled and he felt his mouth go dry. The sun had made everything worse, his aching feet and dirty hair made him suffer even more. He told his friends that it was better to be in a group of cranks then alone.

"If that's what you all want." Josephine licked her lips, pacing back and forth.

"That's exactly what we all want." The cranks murmured amongst themselves, clearly close to the gone.

"Sorry Newt." Josephine handed him a rusty knife. "You are on your own."

Newt looked completely terrified. He did not want to be alone in the world, at least not this world. He closed his eyes and tried to keep the crazy from taking over. He breathed in a couple breaths before opening his eyes.

"Okay."

"Good on you kid." Josephine lightly punched him. "See you in the after life."

Newt took off in a sprint, running away from the group of cranks that spat pink mucus and changed mood every second, he ran far away from everything.