#tmr threads

     Thomas couldn't resist rolling his eyes at that statement,     lifting a sleeved hand to wipe at the cut on his cheek. The      blood was slowing down, so he didn't expect to be put out      because of it."Don't remind me" Thomas hissed through     gritted teeth, wincing as he stretched an arm out. He vaugly      remembed ramming into a wall before finding his way back      to Newt. "I don't care if you're dyin', if you have two shuckin'      heads , anything. I'm not going to let anything happen to you."

     Thomas was silent, his eyes scanning the horizon as if something was going to simply pop out at any moment. And the truth was that it could -- Thomas wasn't planning on taking chances for that, so he stayed huddled down against a thick oak tree, eyes narrowing as he peered around it before finally glancing back at Newt with a soft look. He looked tired, hell, they were all tired. But they needed to get as close as they could for this to work. If it worked. The crank infested streets of the abandoned city was too dangerous now -- moving through the forest was their safest option. "See anything?"