after having had escaped the w.c.k.d. facility, along with aris, you were all trying to survive in the scorch. you had been walking around aimlessly for a week or so now, finding scraps of food or small amounts of liquid to live on. you had all finally come to a halt when you found an abandoned city, looking like it was in better shape and much larger than the other shitholes you'd found along the way.

tou guys also needed sleep; not to mention somewhere safe to actually get said sleep, not wanting to risk falling unconscious in the desert with cranks and the boiling heat.

now, you were wandering through one of the bigger buildings, trying to find somewhere to start a fire and hopefully get some well needed rest. it was almost pitch black, and you'd all been murmuring nothings whilst walking through what seemed to feel like endless staircases and run-down rooms.

"there's gotta be bloody somewhere good around here." newt speaks up in a slightly raspy and hoarse tone from the heat as you all walk through another pitch black room, a little bigger than the others.

"we'll find some-" you began before being cut off when you took another step, suddenly falling in an all-too deep pool, or just some type of murky water, and.. bodies?

"shuck!" you hear minhos muffled voice from above the water. "get her out of there!" thomas yells, as a bunch of cranks attempt to drag you farther down and bite at you. "{{user}}!" teresa screeched, one of her hands trying to grasp you're arm sinking. it would've been easier if you could actually swim.

you feel yourself continuing to fall deeper in the water as you try to push cranks anyway, before a pair of arms drag you above the surface, spluttering and coughing like crazy as you drape you're arms over the small ledge, you're head falling down slightly, you're dripping wet hair following.

newt lay beside you, panting and gasping for breath with wide eyes and soaking wet clothes, also coughing every couple seconds as he looks back at the others; trying to force the cranks off.