Grievers and gardens

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Alex's POV
What Nick calls the 'griever' is terrifying. It's like half machine-half cow and covered in slime. The 'griever' has mechanical arms that stick out all over it's body. When the griever turns it head towards us, me, I try to back away but I end up walking into Nick. I got such a fright that I jumped into straight into the window and whacking my head off it. It made a big THWACK! Sound. The griever must of heard, as it's making click noises and rolling towards the window. My eyes widen just as it launches itself at the window. I let a blood-curling scream and jump into Nick's arms. He must've not been expecting it Ashe falls down with me still in his arms. We both make an 'oomph' noise.
"Sorry!" I say while trying to get off him.
"Holy shuck! The window wasn't going to break! Jeez!" He says while rolling across the floor clutching his chest.
"And how was I supposed to know that? I'm the greenie remember." I sassed. He sits up and squints his eyes looking at me.
"You. I like you. As long you don't turn into another Minho, I think we'll get on perfectly fine." He says standing up and dusting himself off.
"Thanks? I think it's impossible to turn into Minho. He's the sass queen."
"Don't you mean sass king?" He asks.
"Nope, who could be more sassier than Minho?" I say while flipping my hair over my shoulder with my hand and hitting Nick in the face.
"I think he'll have competition now that you're here and by the way I've already had breakfast this morning thank you very much. Hair wasn't on the menu." He says while picking bits of my hair out of his mouth. I start walking back to the homestead for breakfast and I shout over my shoulder.
"Well it is now!" I continue walking away when I hear him laughing hysterically. I hear a pair of feet running behind me and I turn around to see Nick barrelling towards me. I barely have time to turn around when he collides full force with me. The next thing I know is that I'm on the ground with a teenage boy on top of me.
"Get. Off." I wheeze. I feel the weight taken off me, I open my eyes and see Nick gripping his knees in an attempt to get his breath back.
"Karma." Is all Nick says. I roll my eyes and stand up and brush the dirt off me.
"Well? Chum me to get breakfast?" I say.
"Why?" He asks.
"You, Alby, Minho, Gally, Frypan and Newt are the only people I talk to and seeing as your here. Chum me to breakfast."
"Fine but if anyone asks about what just happened it was an accident." He says.
"What just happened?"
"Exactly." He stalks off to the homestead with a smirk on his face. I have to jog to keep up with him.
"So you intentionally ran me over?" I ask trying to keep up the pace with his long stride.
"Well yes considering you knocked me over as well so we're even." I nod my head. We walk in a peaceful silence until we get to the kitchens. Nick goes to get an empty table while I go to get food. There's only a couple of gladers about so most might still be in bed. I walk up to Frypan and he hands me a plate.
"Good morning." He says in a cheerful voice.
"Morning but what's so good about it." Frypan laughs.
"You look like you've just seen a griever." He states.
"How do you know?" I raise my eyebrows questionably.
"I heard you scream and your a tad grey."
"Is it that obvious?" I ask while turning away. Frypan simply nods his head and gives a plate to another glader. I walk up to the table that Nick has.
"How long does it take to get a plate of bacon?" He asks.
"I was talking to Frypan and apparently it's obvious that I've seen a griever." I set my plate down and take a seat, I pick up a bit of bacon and take a bite. It was the best bacon ever! My eyes widen in surprise and I immediately shovel more bacon into my mouth.
"Is it good? Frypan's bacon is the best, I just hope that there isn't any puke on it. I heard about your little accident, your so lucky that Winston likes you as a friend or you'll be toast and that the supplies come up in a couple of days I think. Yes it is obvious that you've seen a griever." I roll my eyes and continue eating. I finish my plate quite quickly and realise that I need a drink. I signal 'one minute' to Nick and I go over to Frypan and ask for a cup of water. After I get the cup, I walk back over to our table, nearly tripping in the process, I take my seat and gulp down the water without taking a breath. Nick looks surprised.
"Wow, you must've been thirsty."
"Yeah, who am I working with today?" I ask wiping my mouth.
"Track-hoes, I'll collect you for lunch and dinner." I nod my head and leave the homestead to go to the gardens where I think Zart? Works. I walk past some of the rows of vegetables and find Zart tending to fruit.
"Are you the greenie?"
"In the flesh. Also don't call me greenie, Newt and Minho learnt the hard way. " Zart looks at me with a confused look on his face but he only shrugs.
"Pick up that basket and help me pick the fruit." I grab a basket and help Zart pick the fruit, it's ok but some of the branches are a bit far up so I have to jump to get the fruit.
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By the time I get taken for dinner, my back is killing me from bending over and my arms are killing me. I barely remember the walk to the homestead as I'm that tired.
"Greenie? Alex!" I snap out of my daze with my face only inches away from my soup.
"Don't call me greenie or like Minho and Newt you'll learn the hard way." I snap.
"How did they learn the hard way?" He asks with a grin.
"I kicked them somewhere, can't remember where." I say while yawning.
"Go get up to bed, I'll take your bowl back. You like a zombie."
I start to get up and I say, "I feel like one." I start to walk blindly up the stairs. By the time I get to Newt's and I's room, my eyes are already shutting. Without taking my shoes off, I go into the sleeping bag that Newt had used last night and I fall asleep instantly. Not hearing Newt enter the room and lift me into the bed.
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(A/N). Sorry for not updating for the past two weeks! I had a NAB two weeks ago and I had to revise or I fail the test, so you can see my priorities. I also had my friend over and it would've been rude to update when she was at mine. But I'm back to dating every Saturday!

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