The Griever Girl

Fear Rises

"What the hell is happening?"
*WICKED HQ//The Night You Cried For Help *
"Her vitals are reaching dangerous levels, her brain patterns are starting to deplete...There's too much information to process right now.. " informed the worried worker as he tried to find out what was happening to the test subject.

"Got Dammit! " The woman slammed her fists on a table near her. "Alright, split the information between you and me ,and get her back to her usual state"
The worker kept his mouth a gaped at the information.
"Now!" She yells, which seemed to put him back into his place.

"We cannot be responsible for more damage to the data like this." Stated the woman. She brushed her hands through her greasy, red, short hair.
And stared at the monitor screen.

"Subject A18 has just witnessed a hack into the chip of SubjectA17 .
This cannot get any worse."

//At The Glade//
::Alby's P.O.V::
As I saw the strange greenie plummet back to the ground, my instincts kicked in, and I catched her. Her (h/c) hair scattered around to coat her neck, and outlined her face. But that was the end to her beauty. As she lays in my arms, the moon's pale light was able to display her clammy skin, near transparent, contrasting against the blistering red circles around her eyes. Immediately,I called out for the medjacks.

Clint and Jeff came rushing in, still trying to get over their sleep. A few gladers stirred in their sleep, while others were full blown awake. Thankfully, from the angle we are in, and to the incoming med-jacks, they probably thought another late night glader got injured in trying to move around in the maze.

"Alby" , Clint began as he tries to keep his eyes open, "Why did you ca-" But he was cut short as he saw the girl in my mere trembling arms. The other medjacks quickly came in, took her away from my arms and laid her on the grass, to examine her. While they were doing that, Clint pulled me aside for an interrogation.

"What the shuck happened here Alby?" I then explained to him, in a whisper, my dream and my late night walk, that eventually lead me to see the greenie walking around. I even mentioned the state of sleep she seemed to be in, and her cry for help.

"Wait", he began, as he had one arm crossed in front of his chest while the other gestured me to hear him out.
"From what you described, she seemed to be sleep walking, but that doesn't explain her symptoms. Do you think..", He lowers his voice as he continued, "Do you think, that the creators are behind this?"

"They always seem to be behind these types of things" I respond as I rub my forehead.

"Well", he paused in order to collect his thoughts. "Do you ,perhaps, think that they sent her here to", he gulped," Exterminate us?"

A sinister realization hit me then and there. They couldn't , could they? I mean, why else would they do that? They have supplied us ,and in some ways helped us, but that stopped for a while now. Could his be true? Have we reached the end to whatever the shuck this is?

I looked directly at Clint,
"We'll talk about this ,with the other keepers, first thing in the morning. Until then Clint, don't say anything."

He saw through my facial expression. The one I always give when I try to stand up and be a leader. Try .

Day by day, the challenges of becoming a leader get more challenging. I could feel all the glader's disappointment now. What kind of leader doesn't know the next step? A shank of a leader, that's what.

I exhale, trying to keep my mind collected. And that's all I could do, try. I don't know my next move and I don't have much information. Clint knows that, but he still obeys my orders and goes back to his patient.