chapter thirty | 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓

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The sky was darkening by the second. It felt like a bad dream, but the worst scenario you could have ever thought of actually became reality. Everybody knew that there was no way to survive a griever attack, at least not in an open field like the Glade. You felt how you started to breathe faster and faster, nearly hyperventilating. How were you supposed to protect the ones you loved the most? How was anyone supposed to survive? How were you supposed to survive? You couldn't catch a clear thought, it seemed that your brain had just shut down already, prepared to die.

But you didn't want to die.

"What should we do?" you asked your best friend. You knew that he did not have the answer, but you were willing to take anything that you could get. But before he could answer your question, you heard Gally shout: "Hank! Y/n! Get over here right now!". You turned around to face him, he was standing in the middle of a crowd of all the Keepers next to Thomas, Teresa, Newt and Minho. You took one last glimpse at Hank in front of you, before you made your way towards the crowd.

 You took one last glimpse at Hank in front of you, before you made your way towards the crowd

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While apologizing to the other Gladers, you pushed yourself into the front row. "Okay everybody" Newt started, his voice had never sounded so authoritarian as it did right now. As you eyed him more carefully, you noticed that he looked drained, his face covered in dust and his hair was a mess, "I need you to gather all the Gladers you're the Keeper of. Bring them to the Homestead or somewhere else where you can find shelter. Do it fast, but without causing any more chaos, got it? We have a few more moments before the grievers come out, make them count!"

You looked into the faces of the Keepers and you could see how no one of them felt qualified enough. Their only job until now had been to make sure that everybody was doing their job right, but this was a whole new level at the moment. Especially Zart looked overwhelmed and terror-struck. He had always been more on the quiet side, he must feel just as lost as you did, but he still needed to take the lead and play the authority right now to guarantee the safety of the gardeners and track-hoes. You gulped.

"Gally, I need you to convene the builders. You need to put up barricades at the open doors, take every loose item you can find. It doesn't matter anymore, we're either dead by tomorrow or the Glade becomes a battlefield in the next moments. Everything can become a weapon if it is used right" the second-in-command continued, "Now get to work." he commanded in a powerful voice and the crowd partet, everyone was walking into a different direction to either lead the Gladers into safe spaces, build barricades or collect potential weapons.

You did neither of those tasks, you wanted to make sure that the animals were safe. So you sprinted over to the animal pens to help the Blood Housers to drive the cows, pigs, sheep and goats into the Blood House. While you were running you felt the air burn in your lungs, you have noticed before that everything had started to fall apart, but right now it became more real than it had ever been. You've never seen a griver, you only ever saw the damage they did or heard stories about them. Would you be able to fight a monster? You needed to be able to.

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