Part 2 of the Miny Series! Credit for the idea goes to @shaytheloser, and the request is from @RebeccaLooby, so I hope you guys enjoy it!

"Help!"

"Hello," Thomas calls into the window, Minho sticking his head through the shattered glass to try and see inside.

"Help!" The voice screams again.

"I have to go inside," you say, starting to lift yourself up into the ledge outside of the window.

"Wait what? No! You cant go in there on your own," Thomas protests, grabbing onto your arm to stop you from going inside, making you cringe from the bullet wound.

"Thomas, I'm the only one who can fit through here, and I'm not leaving one of the guys behind," you tell him, crouching down on the edge to be at his height.

"No! You cant just go in there! There are cranks, and who knows what else!"

"You would do it for me. Wouldn't you?" This seems to make him rethink his response, and his grip on your arm lessens. "I'll be fine. You just have to trust me," you tell him. The whole situation felt like it should be cheesy, like how the boy promises the girl that he will return to her from one of your romance books, but it didnt feel like that. It just felt right. Promising Thomas that you would come back seemed like the most natural thing ever, even though you had known him for only a few weeks, and ever since you had met him, your life had turned to chaos.

"Help me!"

You turn away before Thomas can say anything else, and crawl through the shattered window.

Once your inside, you turn back to Thomas and Minho.

"Ok I'm gonna go try and find him and the others. If I'm not back in an hour, head towards the city. That's where the footprints were leading."

"(Y/n) be careful," Thomas says while Minho hands you a flashlight that you click on.

"Hypocrite," you joke, giving him and a worried Minho a soft smile before turning away from them and running further into the building. The cries and screams for help came in a steady stream, allowing you to follow the sound. As you got closer and closer, the voice of the screamer became clearer, and you were able to identify it as Frypan.

"Fry! Where are you?" It sounded as though you were on top of the screams, but you found no trace of your friend.

"(Y/n)! Down here!" You look over the edge of the railing, and realize you are on the second floor. Frypan is down on the first floor, dragging an unconcious Winston up onto a pile of stacked tables, with a group of four cranks clawing at them from below.

Your brain immediatly started trying to think of ideas of things for you to do to try and save both of them, but all of them included either sacrificing yourself, or throwing yourself at the group of cranks, which didnt sound much different from the first option. Looking off to the side you see a small pistol sitting on the ground. "Oh please work," you beg outloud, picking up the small gun.

You shut one eye, and aim at the crank closest to Frypan and Winston, and pull the trigger. It fires with an almost deafening boom, making you wince from the noise. A small crash sounds afterwords, and you see that you hit one of the cranks. You aim again, and again, and again, and each time, another crank drops to the ground dead.

"Are you ok," you ask Frypan once all of the cranks were dead.

"I think so. But I'm not sure what happened to Winston." Thats the first time you notice the big, bloody gash across his stomach. It almost looked like claw marks. "Have you found any of the others? I looked away for a minute, and you guys were gone."

"Ya. Thomas and Minho are waiting for us outside. Come up here. Ill keep an-" Your cut off by something crashing into your side, knocking you to the ground. The gun drops from your hand, and skids down the walkway.

"(Y/n)!" Frypan screams while you try to wrestle the crank off of you. Deep black veins were running up and down it's neck, and it kept throwing it's head forward as if it was trying to bite you. You kept throwing your fist at it's face, feeling bones crack underneath your knuckles each time, but you couldnt get the crank off of you. Your arm was already tender from the bullet wound, and the longer the crank kept clawing at you, the more tired you got.

"(Y/n) move!" With all of the strength you had in your arms and legs, you shoved the crank, and rolled to the side, flipping the hideous creature off of your body. Another loud bang sounded throughout the building, and you instinctively curled up and covered your head with your hands. When everything went quiet, you looked up, to see the crank dead on the ground two feet from you. Footsteps came pounding towards you, and suddenly Newt, and the boy you still didnt know the name of were trying to stand you up, and asking if you were ok.

"I'm fine." You tell them, looking at each of their faces to make sure they were both ok. "Wait, have you seen Teresa?"

"No. We thought she was with one of you," Newt tells you. You look around the building from the second floor, hoping that she might come running around the corner.

"Guys we have to hurry! We got more coming!" Frypan came running up to the small group. He was dragging a still unconcious Winston at his side, and it looks as if his condition were getting worse and worse each second. "Aris, help me carry him," Frypan calls.

Before you could focus too much on Winston, growls and shreeks could be heard. Another small group of cranks were running up the escelator that Frypan had just come up.

"Come on lets go!" Aris starts helping Frypan drag Winston along, while you snatch up the gun you had dropped. You and Newt start shooting at the oncoming cranks, but by the time you had shot down two more, and Newt shot down four, both of your guns had run out of amo.

"We gotta go! Thomas and Minho are waiting for us outside!" You start running towards the shattered window, and thats when you realize it is still too small for any of the guys to get through. The only heavy thing you could find within a twenty foot radius was a crowbar, and your bare fists. You start smacking at the window with the heavy piece of metal, and Frypan seems to get the idea as he starts smacking on it to. It finally shatters, and Thomas and Minho are standing on the other side.

"Ok guys take Winston," you order Thomas and Minho. You climb through the window next, and then you and Minho help Newt, Frypan, and Aris through. You all drop down low enough so you were below the line of the window as you hear the growls and screeches come closer. Thomas was next to you, and you were so close that your arms were touching.

You were trying to stay as quiet as possible, but your heavy breathing was not helping the fact that you were trying to hide. Your hand shoots up to cover your mouth, and you squeeze your eyes shut. Your mind wasnt focused on much other than trying to stay as quiet as possible, but you didnt miss the small bit of pressure on your hand that happened to be from Thomas's hand squeezing your's.

It took almost an hour, but eventually the sounds from the cranks faded away, and everyone sighed in relief. You couldnt help but rest your head on Thomas's shoulder, sucking in deep breaths to calm your racing heart.

Someone whispers something, but no one in the group seems to notice or care, until they start speaking louder.

"He's not waking up!" Minho and Frypan were crowding around Winston, who just in the past hour looked even closer to death than possible.

"Fry when did you find him," you question while Aris checks his pulse.

"This morning. I found him like this. He was awake, but he passed out while we were running from the cranks."

After a while of just silence, Newt was the first one to speak up.

"Well we can't just leave him here." Half an hour later, Winston was in a makeshift stretcher, and you all were about to walk away from the rundown mall.

"What about Teresa," Aris asks sadly. Nobody says anything, not wanting to be the first to admit that you had to leave her behind if you wanted to survive.

"I bet she made it to the city, and well meet her there," you say. Everyone knew it was a lie, but it was better than admiting to leaving someone behind.

You all started the long, exhausting treck towards the city, switching off who was dragging Winston. Your mind was off in your own world while you were walking, nothing really breaking the trance you were in. Nothing except for the same small amout of pressure on your hand from Thomas squeezing it in comfort. You couldnt help but squeeze back.

You didnt know what to do with these feelings, or even what they meant, but all you could hope for was that it would lead somewhere good.

Hey guys! Part 2 of this Miny Series! I hope you are all enjoying my own little twist of the Scorch Trials, and I hope it does shaytheloser's origional story justice.

Anyways peace out for now. I hope you all enjoyed, and I will have part 3 out as soon as I can. Bye guys!

Annie