We snuck into the complex, and I immediately smelled hand sanitizer, bleach, and blood. Everything was white, with white lights, white walls, white ceiling, and white floor.
How creative.
I can tell they really liked colors.
We followed the signs to the weapons room. Yep. That's how big it was. They had to have signs pointing to where stuff was. The weapons room was also white, but had more color because of the weapons. There were tables filled with weapons, weapons hung on the wall, and even some weapons just on the ground. We must've looked like kids in a candy shop. We looked at each other, and Teresa squealed with happiness.
“ Lock the doors, and loot the place!”
I laughed. This is what we were excited about now. Finding a room full of weapons. We were definitely not normal kids. But who wants to be normal?
If you were normal
Newt wouldn't be suffering
Not now, brain. Alby locked the doors to the weapons room, then bolted to grab some gear. I watched him for a second, before bolting myself, Teresa on my heels. I grabbed a pistol, and some bullets.
Hmmm
I need something to hold these.
Hello fancy belt holder thing!
Hmmm
It even has a place to hold another gun!
Hello another gun!
Finally my brain was being useful. Then I saw a wall full of accessories, wartime accessories! It was filled with bandanas, coats, belts, pants, even hats! I started ripping the stuff off the walls and equipping it. Man, I need a montage.
Weird camo pants
Check
Weird camo jacket
Check
A new belt with more holders for weapons
Check
More weapons
Check
And finally,
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A yellow bandana for my hair
Newts favorite color
Check
Another one for Newt
Check
I met back with the others, and we just stared at each other for a second. Teresa was covered in those strap-on knives, and had about a million guns around her waist. Man, I would not mess with her. Alby was probably the only one who hadn’t gone crazy with weapons, and was only holding a lugger, and a belt with extra ammunition. I must've looked stupid, and apparently Teresa agreed.
“ You look like an army general gone rogue!”
She crowed. Naturally I had to retort
“ And you look like you're made of shuckin knives!”
Alby was rubbing his temples with one hand, the other holding the lugger over his shoulder.
“ Guys, we're gonna get spotted more easily if you dress up as soldiers and metal women. Go put the stuff back. You get one or two weapons, and one accessory.”
Me and Teresa groaned, but obeyed.
I put back my camo outfit, but kept the belt, guns, and my two bandanas. One for me, and one for Newt.
If he's not dead
If it's not too late
If you didnt kill him
If he's not dead
Dead
Dead
Dead.
My mind was echoing those words, and I slid to the floor, covering my ears with my hands. Like it would help. I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Teresa.
“ Are you having the thoughts again?”
“ . . . yes”
She looked at me sternly.
“ It's not your fault, you did nothing wrong, Newt loves you, and Newt is still alive.”
“God, what would I do without you Teresa?”
“ You would be dead already.”
She helped me up, and went to show Alby our updated outfits. This time Teresa only had two knives on her belt, and had tucked her long brown hair under an army cap. Alby approved of us this time, and we set off. We ran through the corridors as quickly as possible, and if we saw a person, Alby would hit them with his luger, knocking them out. We finally found a lab room, and I had to shoot some of the scientists, but I didn't care, they caused all of this. As I shot them, an alarm sounded. It sounded like a fire alarm, but a hundred times scarier, louder, and higher.
Duh,
You idiot
They have security cams.
Alby and I shared a look.
Me, Alby, and Teresa bolted into the lab, upending everything trying to find the cure syringe.
This drawer?
No
This cabinet?
No
This table?
No
Newt's life?
No.
Running, heavy footsteps were getting closer and closer. I was getting desperate.
Please in here
No
It has to be in here
No
Maybe it on the ground
No.
Alby’s voice pierced through the siren
“ I found it!”
Alby was on the other side of a table.
“ Slide it to me!”
Alby slid it across the smooth white surface, and I grabbed it.
We all ran into the hallway.
The guards were fast approaching.