[ thomas had seen the second shuttle come tumbling out of the clouds, lit up with heat from the scraping through the atmosphere on it's way down from the sky, and he'd ran for it. probably not the greatest idea, considering this forest is, you know, infested with not-cranks. walkers, according to Daryl. zombies, to some others here. they're not cranks, because there's nothing like people left in them, which thomas feels a guilty relief for. maybe because that means they aren't still trapped in there, fighting for sanity, but largely? because he doesn't have to touch down shame and sorrow when he knocks their heads in.
luckily, he doesn't run into any of them on the way, not that that'll make a difference when Newt berates him for dashing off like this, once he gets back. but the fact was it's a shuttle, like the one they came down in, and even if it doesn't have any people or any supplies or anything to salvage from it, maybe it'll have a clue. anything to answer the swarming questions and help solve the riddle of just what the hell is going on here. for that, he couldn't hold back from the want to figure it out as soon as possible. and probably lend a hand if that thing fell right into a herd of zombies.
the familiar poofy fluff of dark hair thomas spots as he clears the last line of trees and bushes, though, hadn't been what he'd expected, or, even, what he'd hoped. ] Minho? [ he'd been trying to convince himself that minho had to have made it into the safe haven with the others, if he didn't land with here with him and newt. that at least he could be safe, and done with all of this crap. no such luck.
but despite the crappy circumstances, that doesn't mean Thomas isn't damn happy to see his best friend. not like this is new to them, and he jogs right up, calling out before he shoves at the former keeper's shoulder in greeting. ]
Minho! Took your sweet shuck time getting down here. You okay?
SCREECHES RIGHT ON INTO HERE
luckily, he doesn't run into any of them on the way, not that that'll make a difference when Newt berates him for dashing off like this, once he gets back. but the fact was it's a shuttle, like the one they came down in, and even if it doesn't have any people or any supplies or anything to salvage from it, maybe it'll have a clue. anything to answer the swarming questions and help solve the riddle of just what the hell is going on here. for that, he couldn't hold back from the want to figure it out as soon as possible. and probably lend a hand if that thing fell right into a herd of zombies.
the familiar poofy fluff of dark hair thomas spots as he clears the last line of trees and bushes, though, hadn't been what he'd expected, or, even, what he'd hoped. ] Minho? [ he'd been trying to convince himself that minho had to have made it into the safe haven with the others, if he didn't land with here with him and newt. that at least he could be safe, and done with all of this crap. no such luck.
but despite the crappy circumstances, that doesn't mean Thomas isn't damn happy to see his best friend. not like this is new to them, and he jogs right up, calling out before he shoves at the former keeper's shoulder in greeting. ]
Minho! Took your sweet shuck time getting down here. You okay?