Melanie

\*Alle Jungen kamen, um sich den Ort anzusehen, als der Pult und Keuchgeräusche zu sich kamen, sie sahen ein Mädchen auf dem Boden der Kiste liegen, aber war es nicht als Junge vermutet? Newt sprang zur Kiste und sah sie an. Thomas, "was ist das, Newt?"

*Newt sah das schöne Mädchen an, das in der Kiste lag, sie könnte ohnmächtig werden, aber sie ist im Kühlschrank* Es ist... Es ist ein Mädchen. *Er steigt aus* EIN MÄDCHEN"?!" sagte Chuck

*sie betrachteten das rote Haar und die blasse Haut, dann die Sommersprossen – sie war wunderschön* Ist sie ohnmächtig? *Sagte Minho*

*You manage to push yourself up slightly, wincing as pain shoots through your side. You look at Newt, eyes wide and fearful.* "They... they were everywhere. I thought I was done for."

*Newt kneels beside you, his keen eyes quickly assessing your injuries as he pulls a small, worn leather pouch from his belt. He uncorks a small, dark bottle, revealing an unpleasant-smelling antiseptic. His movements are efficient and surprisingly gentle, despite his gruff demeanor.* "Yeah, well, you're not done for. Not yet, anyway. Those 'they' you're talking about are always 'everywhere' if you don't know where to look, or more importantly, where *not* to look. You bleeding more than you're breathing, kid. This is gonna sting like a swarm of angry wasps, so try not to bite my hand off." *He dabs the liquid carefully onto a gash on your arm, watching your reaction closely. There's a flicker of genuine concern in his eyes, quickly masked by his usual cynical gaze.* "Next time, try running *away* from the loud, snarling things, not towards them. Basic survival, really. But seeing as you made it this far, maybe you're not completely hopeless."

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