#killedoff

WHEN ITS TRUE THAT RACH DIES FIRST BUT FCK

cMeme I Misplaced || Accepting

“ Nah, come on. no such thing as too early. Not for someone with as cute a smile as me. ” He grinned at her as if to show what he meant before laughing and saying, “ Come on, it’ll be worth it. Promise. ”

more texts for you bitches - accepting.

rachel.  7:02 pm.  sent.    just  do  a  different  song  ??

rachel.  7:04 pm.  sent.    do  part  of  your  world  ,  or  moana  ,  mulan  is  a  good  option  ??

     “ Truth is I'm used to making it up on my own.”

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                   Tendon groaned in exhaustion, agony. But he was damn, bloody lucky to be alive. To know that he could walk away from the situation mostly unharmed. They'd all but collided with a nasty hoard of cranks on their way back to the others in their group. Had been left with little choice but to run as if they're lives depended on it, because it did. Although having been fortunate enough to shake a large number of the festering infected that'd been hot on their trails. They'd been unable to evade one grotesque crank, missing half of her blackening face. The blond made had done his best with what little weaponry he possessed. Had tried to take her down and protect both himself and Rachel despite not having a gun. Yet at some point booted soles had been dangerously close to a ledge and he'd lost all manner of footing. Him stumbling backwards and down a sharp incline, a jutting piece of concrete having stopped him a quarter of the way down.  The crank having nudged Rachel enough to send her dangling from the same edge by her feet. Before it had practically leaped off it to fall, straight past him  to the ground below with a fatal crash. 

                     Newt had been unbelievably fortunate. Even though he'd caught the top of his face enough to rip a savage gash into the flesh above his right eye, the chipped piece of concrete had saved him from dropping to an instant demise. The searing pain and ache, when he stood unsteadily to turn back toward the cliff of industrial rubble, in his opposite arm suggesting it was quite possibly broken or his shoulder dislocated. An injury which did little to deter him as he gradually made his way back up the treacherous drop, to help the dark haired girl down. His clothes dirty and torn, his vision blurred and stomach unsettled like the beginnings of a concussion. It being with vast effort that he reached her, still dangling upside down. Her one leg caught upon a jagged piece of metal. Her other wedged against the side of what once had been a window frame. Both having prevented her from falling head first to what could've easily been her death. He simply regarded her at first, thanking some holy deity he didn't believe in, for keeping them alive. A hand venturing forth to cup her neck before he was reaching up to bestow her with a gentle kiss to relish in the notion that they were to live to fight another day. His top lip uniting with her bottom as she hung upside down. Him knowing that in a few seconds post kiss, he'd have to climb fearfully back up to the interior of the leaning building to pull her back inside. But for now he was content with losing himself in sensual touch he couldn't remember experiencing even before the maze and mess wicked had made.

           In truth, he didn't believe it. Never had for that matter - for deep down in his consciousness he'd managed to rationalize that on some level he must've done something unforgivable for the universe to have deemed it fit to punishhim like this. To have erased all memory of his former self, to have thrust him into a sadistic game of survival. & for what? For him to be pushed to the brink of death by a fatal virus only to have been reverted back to his original self, in some regard? glued back together but barely whole. Regardless, he appreciated the sentiment. Was grateful for the kindness and loving intent behind her words. Optimism urging him to believe that one day he'd be rewarded with some jubilation, for withstanding all he'd been through. For making it out, alive. That was of course, if wicked didn't take every inch of him for their gain before ending his life. A possibility that hadn't quite escaped him. Doubts aside, he managed a small smile. A single palm extending to rest hesitantly atop the back of her own. A tangible sincerity in his tone. " As do you. & Maybe you'll find it as soon as we find a way out of this place. "