Another one for Emily!!! Thank you for all your support you have been giving this book. It means so much!

You sit on a spinning chair,watching your mum as she works her way through paperwork marked confidential in bright red letters. You were her only daughter and she refused to tell you anything about her job apart from the fact that she was a doctor who swore an oath to find a cure.

"What are you doing?" You break the silence. "Everyday... The same old bullshit. You're a coward."

"Watch your mouth Emily!" She snaps.

You scoff "are you kidding me!?"

"Emily I'm saving the world. Making this world a place to live in again. You... You just sit around. You have your fathers eyes but I don't know who you are anymore."

"Your pride and fucking joy!" You yell,trying to hold back your tears. "You're not my family. The monsters out there are more my family than you'll ever be... You can't protect anyone."

You storm out and run down a few flights of steps to a floor that you had never been down before. You fall against the wall,cupping a hand over your mouth as you sob lightly into it. You had nobody at all. Nobody to trust,love,hold.

"Should you be out?"

You jump at the voice and see a blonde boy,holding a gun at you in his shaky hands. Like he's more afraid of you than you are at him.

"No. I shouldn't," you wipe your tears away. "Should you?"

"No..." He mumbles "um... I have to go."

"Where?" You walk closer to him "where are you going? There's nowhere for you to go."

"There is a place for us out there somewhere and me and my friends are going. If you wanna come you can. If you don't then good bloody riddens to ya!" He pushes past you but you grab his arm.

"I'm coming," you respond "is that okay?"

"The more the bloody merrier." You see him flash you a small smile.

"Hey. What's your name?"

"Newt."

"Emily."

*time skip*

You'd left your old life behind about three months ago. Three months of wandering trying to find somewhere you could call a home. You'd lost Winston along the way,he was your friend;your friend who sacrificed himself to save the people that he loved. Such a death could be considered a victory in your opinion.

Day 95- (yes you had kept track of the days you'd been out in the scorch for). You wake up to the sun and the sound of shuffles from the people around you. You lay beside Newt,facing him as his eyes open to look deep into yours.

"Day 95," you whisper.

"Day 250 calls for panic. If we haven't found a place by then..."

"Why 250?"

"It's how many days I spent in the glade until... I got my limp."

You didn't want to hear the story again so you just nod to show you understood. "You know everything's going to work out right?"

"Emily..."

"It is." You sit up.

"I've just been following you Emily,because I believe in you. Because I don't know what else to do."

"You know what?" You place a hand on his shoulder "after this... I'm following you." He just smiles. The way he did when you left your mum behind. That smile,that damn smile. "Come on,I wanna show you something."

The obliges and follows you. You made your way past a few dead crank bodies and run down cars. You lean against one and watch the sun begin to break through as a beginning of a new day. Day 95.

"Why are we here?" He asks.

"For this."

"I see it," he whispers. You can feel the hopelessness in his voice. Hesitating  slightly,he takes his hand in yours.

"What do you think will happen by day 250?" You ask,stroking his fingers with his knuckles.

"I have no bloody idea," he whispers. "I just hope you're by my side."

"I will be." You whisper.

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