SOFT SIDES | tmr ; gally x reader

Twenty One

Everyone is screaming, and rushing into the far corner of the room. You stand up, finding your leg to be extremely sore, but well enough for you to be able to drag yourself to a safer place in the room, without the help of your crutches.

The lights from the now huge hole in the wall fill up the dark room, casting everyone in a satanic red glow.

Everyone packs together in the far corner of the room, trying to scramble away, but finding yourselves trapped.

Gally holds you to his chest, his strong arms giving you a small sense of protection, but not enough to stop your heart from going haywire, imagining the fate of everyone in the room.

Alby stands up from his bed, and walks to the center of the room. His veins are purple from the griever venom, and his body moves in an inhuman, twitchy way.

"What are you doing Alby?!" Minho yells out to him.

Alby looks towards the crowd of gladers, the people who once looked up to him and saw him as almost a father. He begins to speak to the crowd.

"This is our destiny. It's what the creators want. It's-"

Suddenly, the griever from behind reaches out with a sharp spear-like hand, and as everyone watches, impales his stomach.

You begin to scream in terror, along with everyone else. Alby falls limp to the ground, gaging from the blood pouring out of his mouth.

Your knees feel weak and you fall to your knees, watching in horror the scene in front of you.

Tears stream down your face in a constant flow as the griever lets out a bone-shattering shriek, and drags him out of the building. You watched helplessly as the grievers all, one by one, return the horrifying call and turn to exit the glade, back into the dark depths of the maze.

"Why are they just leaving?" You ask, looking up at Gally for an answer.

He looks into your eyes, his eyes bloodshot from tears, just as yours must be. He shakes his head in confusion.

"I don't know."

-

Hours pass. Even though the grievers are long gone, everyone refuses to leave the homestead, in fear of the darkness of the outdoors. All of the gladers simply sit on the floor and try to make theirselves comfortable on the hard floor. Everyone stays huddled together like a pack of animals, and a few even fall asleep. Galy begs you to get some rest, but when you try, the images of Alby's final moments flood your dreams and you wake up screaming.

Finally after what seem to be the longest hours of your life, the sun rises. Newt stands up, hand and hand with Thomas, and together they cautiously walk towards the large gape in the wall. You stand up as well, and make your way to the edge as well.

Everything is destroyed. All of the structures shattered; all of the crops squashed to the ground.

"What do we do?" Thomas asks, hugging Newt from behind. He looks at Newt for an answer. Before he can say anything however, there's a commotion in the crowd behind you.

Suddenly Gally is standing up from the crowd of gladers and marching his way towards Thomas. Everyone moves out of the way for him, and cowers back in fear.

"You should know!" He shouts, anger filling his voice.

You look at him puzzlingly. "What are you talking about, Gally?"

"Did you not hear Alby?" He yells. "It's his fault! And yours too, Juno!"

He turns to look at you. He looks different. His eyes are glazed over, and his face is scrunched up with rage. This isn't him. Something's wrong.