The Glade Walker

Chapter 10

The spear collided into the Griever's metal heart, sending out bolts of electricity here and there. Screams escaped from its techy mouth, and it crumpled to the ground. Dead. Like Alby. Thomas and Newt hesitantly climbed down the trees.
"Oh my god. Alby..." Newt whispered, looking at Alby, tears in his eyes. Shailene had forgotton that the two of them had been close. Thomas kept darting his eyes from the Griever and Shailene.
"Shailene... How did you kill it?" Thomas asked, amazed.
"I stabbed it in the heart and it died."
"I can't believe that you killed a Griever. Only I have done that and that was to save mine and Minho's butts. You just... Killed it." Thomas said, staring at you like you would attack at any moment.
"Well, we better get moving. I don't want to have to kill another Griever." Shailene said, pulling the spear out of the Griever. Newt was hovering over Alby, a puddle of tears by him- or it was Alby's blood. Either way, it broke Shailene's heart looking at him like that.
"Come on Newt." Shailene said, her voice cracking. Newt looked at her, his eyes dull and sad, and looked at Alby one last time, and got up to go with her and Thomas. And with that, they ran towards a wooden building.

They found a few other Gladers, Minho, Gally, Zart, and Winston in the shack.
"Wheres Alby?" Minho asked. Newt put his hands in his face and shook his head, and Shailene went over and hugged him, and lightly kissed his cheek. He removed his hands from his face and gave you a sad smile. Thomas looked at Newt sadly, and went over and patted his back.
"He's gone, isnt he?" Minho asked, seeming to know the answer.
"Yes." Shailene managed to choke out. Minho walked around, hands running through his hair. A scream echoed around them, and then the 'whirr, click' of a Griever.
"Guys, we have to hide or run." Shailene whispered.
"No, slinthead. We go out there and give the Griever a nice shucking hug." Minho snapped. Anger spread across his face, probably mourning the loss of Alby. Shailene knew that she wouldn't mess around with him. Thomas stood up and clapped his hands.
"Shailene's right. We need to run. Or hide. Any ideas? Anyone?"
"We should fight back." Newt spoke up.
"With what? We have nothing!" Minho shouted. Shailene got up. She was tired of Minho's attitude, despite his rank and that she thought she shouldnt.
"Listen here, Minho. All you've been is rude. Yes, we know Alby's dead. It doesn't mean you can be sassy and be sarcastic. Do you realize theres a shucking Griever out there eating our friends? And your just standing there, being negative. For shuck sake, do something!" Shailene shouted at Minho. He seemed to be taken aback, and stared at Shailene. He balled his hands into fists, and let out a deep breath.
"You're lucky we're in a crisis Greenie. Or you'd be a bloody mess." Minho said casually.
"Both of you shut your bloody holes. People are being eaten alive out there. We need to fight back. Minho, calm your bloody pants and get it together. We all miss Alby. But we can't let him die for nothing. Shailene already took care of that." Newt said, and looked over at Shailene and twitched his lip into a smile. Shailene winked back.
"Okay, but I want to kill a Griever." Minho said. And with that, the remaining Gladers charged out of the shack.