[ you know what's easy to follow? a seven-foot tall leopard man.
the second newt's voice had erupted on the comms, thomas had bolted without a word or attempt to coordinate. because that's what thomas does on a normal day, let alone on a day when the best friend he'd already watched die once is out stuck in a tree, possibly about to die again. sorry, team, but for all his talk about team work, sometimes thomas just doesn't care.
he listens in on the comms to daryl, and glenn, and alex, looks for them in the forest, but doesn't chime in, because he's not interested in stopping to talk about this. for a while he's watching daryl from a distance, willing him to track faster. when the huge man-leopard starts making it through the forest, that wish is granted, and daryl probably sees thomas dash off after him - strangely fast for a scrawny little teenager. he's not far behind alex when--
when newt fucking body slams him into the ground, and looks like he's about to crack his skull open with a damn rock. ]
Shit--, Newt waitwaitwait, it's me! [ not that they have a lot of time to talk about it, because the whacker walker is charging along right behind him, lunging at the pile of them. with a quick shove, thomas tosses newt to the side as the walker descends, and meets the thing's face with the knife he'd already had free and ready, the weight of the walker plunging the blade through it's left eye. ]
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the second newt's voice had erupted on the comms, thomas had bolted without a word or attempt to coordinate. because that's what thomas does on a normal day, let alone on a day when the best friend he'd already watched die once is out stuck in a tree, possibly about to die again. sorry, team, but for all his talk about team work, sometimes thomas just doesn't care.
he listens in on the comms to daryl, and glenn, and alex, looks for them in the forest, but doesn't chime in, because he's not interested in stopping to talk about this. for a while he's watching daryl from a distance, willing him to track faster. when the huge man-leopard starts making it through the forest, that wish is granted, and daryl probably sees thomas dash off after him - strangely fast for a scrawny little teenager. he's not far behind alex when--
when newt fucking body slams him into the ground, and looks like he's about to crack his skull open with a damn rock. ]
Shit--, Newt waitwaitwait, it's me! [ not that they have a lot of time to talk about it, because the whacker walker is charging along right behind him, lunging at the pile of them. with a quick shove, thomas tosses newt to the side as the walker descends, and meets the thing's face with the knife he'd already had free and ready, the weight of the walker plunging the blade through it's left eye. ]