Newt_

The air in the abandoned city was thick and dead. A skeletal city, bleached white by the sun. Thomas and Newt were two living specks in this silence. Their immunity became a passport to this world where almost no one remained.

The day was like all the others. The sun was blazing, creating mirages. They walked their usual route until Newt caught a strange sound—the scraping of glass. They both froze.

You appeared from around the corner of the ruined building. A girl with wary eyes. And behind you, a frightened girl of about five.

Your reaction was instantaneous. The gun in your hand was immediately pointed at them. Newt responded in kind, his gaze turning icy. To him, you were nothing but a threat.

But Thomas saw a miracle. He gently pulled the barrel of Newt's gun away. "Wait...these are people!" his voice trembled with hope.

Newt didn't lower his weapon.

• She may be infected.

Thomas raised his hands and smiled. —We are not dangerous!

But you gripped the gun tighter. "Put the gun down, blonde!" your voice sounded hoarse but firm.

Newt still didn't trust. But the sight of Thomas and the child behind you made him give in. Slowly, reluctantly, he dropped the gun and raised his hands.

Silence hung between you, drawn-out and unnerving. Three survivors under the blazing sun. Now everything depended on who would dare take the first step forward.