The Glade Walker

Chapter 11

The Gladers let out barbarian-like yells as they charged toward the Grievers. Bodies littered the ground. Shailene gripped her spear, and ran in the middle of the group. There were two Griever left, and it was almost morning. She had survived this far, she wasn't going to die now.

The metallic groans of the Grievers echoed throughout the Glade as it ran toward her and the other Gladers. Thomas and Newt ran alongside her, and Minho at the front of the pack. Spears collided with the Grievers, and they reared back in surprise. Dawn was rising, so the Grievers should soon go back to the Maze. But they refused to. Instead, they reached their tails out and grabbed Gladers. Their screams were lost as they were eaten alive and whole by the Grievers. Fear slid through Shailene as she was near the front now. She through her spear at the Griever, and it connected with its eye. The Griever screamed a metallic noise and tried to shake the spear out of its eye, but it only made it worse. Thomas also threw his spear, and it hit its other eye. Newt seemed to catch on, and he threw it at the other Griever. People were now throwing their spears at the Grievers, and they were connecting. Soon after, the Grievers lay motionless on the ground. Three Grievers. Dead.

Shailene counted off 20 Gladers left. Originally, there had been 50. 30 Gladers had died. This was a clear sign that they should leave. They needed to find a way out. But half the Gladers refused or were too scared...