The Glade Walker

Chapter 9

Screaming. The only other noise you could hear besides the Grievers buzzing, grasping, and techy moans.
"Run Shailene!" Thomas was grabbing your arm and pulling you toward the forest. Thomas climbed up a tree, almost to the top but hidden so where you couldn't see him. Shailene has never climbed a tree before, but she shimmies up there as fast and as nimble as she can. She isnt going to die tonight. Not tonight. Thomas whispered something, but couldnt make out the words. "What?" She whispered
"Get into a different tree. If theres more than one of us in a tree it will sway and cause movement. Cant let the Grievers know we're here." Thomas said. It hurt Shailene that she had to be separated from him, but she did as she was told and climbed down the tree. At the forest floor, she could see Grieves making there way towards the forest. Shailene quickly found a good tree and climbed up it, fast as ever. She could some shifting at the top. I am not going back down there' Shailene said to herself. She could see a Griever right below her. "Shailene?" Shailene could hear a voice. A British tint to it. Newt.
"Newt!" Shailene whispered. She climbed up to him and gave him a hug. "Wheres everyone else?" Shailene asked.
"Shhhh... Theres a bloody Griever right below us. Cant you be quiet? Or do you wanna get buggin' eaten?"
Shailene shut up at that. She looked down and watched as the Griever made techy noises as it walked around below them. She was tense as ever. The tree was wet, and she never had good grip. Suddenly, her grip loosened and she began to fall. Her stomach hit a tree branch as she fell, and cried out in pain. "NEWT!" She screamed. Of course, it was the bigger mistake of her life. The Griever had excellent hearing and turned up to see you fall on its face. It let out a scream, and flung her backwards. Shailene landed with a thud, the wind knocked out of her.
"Shailene!" Newt screamed. The Griever's attention went to Newts cry, and thats when she made her chance. She dashed, straight into the charred Homestead. She was quicker than she thought, and made it into the Homestead without being seen. Screams echoed from the woods, and Shailene sat there in horror as she thought that maybe it was Newt. He had saved her life. She wasn't going to let him die for her. There was a somehow not burnt spear in front of her, along with glass and a rope. She began to work. Swift and careful, she tied the sharp glass to the spear, and went back into the woods. Shailene screamed and saw a body on the ground. Dead as a doornail. But not Newt. Not Thomas either. Alby. The Griever had gotton Alby. Their leader. Shailene's eyes started to water even though she didn't know Alby that well.

The Griever came back after a bit and saw Shailene standing there, horrified. Moans echoed through it, and the large beast began to charge toward her. Its now or never. She wouldn't let Alby's death be for nothing. She charged, straight at the Griever, spear in hand.