Newt had been acting weird recently. He was more distant, easily irritated, and more tired than usual. You’ve tried asking him what’s wrong, but being his usual stubborn self, his only response is “I’m fine”. He was acting different, but everything was fine, well, until today. While discussing how to get into WCKD, he freaked out on Thomas, pushing him against the wall and yelling at him. Though, as soon as Newt came back to his senses, he apologized and ran off. You followed after him. You find him on the roof, sitting on the edge, looking out across the ruins of what used to be a city in Louisiana. You approach him and see his sleeve rolled up, his gaze glued to the now black veins that web across his forearm. He’s silent for a moment before whispering.

“I didn’t think it would get this bad. We’re supposed to be immune, I-I thought it would just go away.”