[It was daunting, in a way. How big the world was. How things were outside. The dangers that had been waiting for them. Yet, Thomas knew that this was a line of thought he couldn't dwell on for very long. He was feeling better than before, mainly so after having managed to escape the Scorch with his friends, finding them again after fearing the worst. But it was still a dangerous topic for him to think too deeply about. Once they made it to the Right Arm, the safe-haven, maybe then he could allow himself to relax enough in order to really put things in perspective.
Following Minho was easy. Thomas kept looking from one side to the other of the room they were leaving, making sure they hadn't overlooked any spots. Once they made it to the stairs, he sighed, seeing all the debris. He had been hoping that they could explore the building a bit more; though the lower levels were usually wiped clean, the higher floors tended to still have things for them to take.
Thomas didn't intend to go back right away, though. They should try to explore the buildings on the other side of the street. If for nothing else, they would hopefully be able to find some alcohol and sheets, perhaps some canned food and some sort of clean oil for Minho's back.
He nodded at his words.]
Yea-- [But then his eyes caught the vine-root like thing growing from the basement, taking over the debris, once Minho passed the flashlight there, and his heart almost stopped.
His eyes began to widen and he took a step back, out of instinct, before one of his hands went immediately to Minho's arm, pulling him back.]
Quiet. [He whispered, in a rushed tone, eyes never leaving the general direction where he knew the vines were coming from, though only seeing dark, now that the light wasn't on them.]
Come on, we need to go. [And he took another step back, tugging on Minho's arm again, for him to move as well.] Come on, Minho, we need to leave right now.
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Following Minho was easy. Thomas kept looking from one side to the other of the room they were leaving, making sure they hadn't overlooked any spots. Once they made it to the stairs, he sighed, seeing all the debris. He had been hoping that they could explore the building a bit more; though the lower levels were usually wiped clean, the higher floors tended to still have things for them to take.
Thomas didn't intend to go back right away, though. They should try to explore the buildings on the other side of the street. If for nothing else, they would hopefully be able to find some alcohol and sheets, perhaps some canned food and some sort of clean oil for Minho's back.
He nodded at his words.]
Yea-- [But then his eyes caught the vine-root like thing growing from the basement, taking over the debris, once Minho passed the flashlight there, and his heart almost stopped.
His eyes began to widen and he took a step back, out of instinct, before one of his hands went immediately to Minho's arm, pulling him back.]
Quiet. [He whispered, in a rushed tone, eyes never leaving the general direction where he knew the vines were coming from, though only seeing dark, now that the light wasn't on them.]
Come on, we need to go. [And he took another step back, tugging on Minho's arm again, for him to move as well.] Come on, Minho, we need to leave right now.