Thomas and Minho ran through the the frozen doors that should be in the middle of closing.
"GRIEVERS!" Minho screamed breathlessly
I turned to newt who just stared at the two runners.
But then I heard the clanking of metal hitting stone and mechanical whirling, followed by a horrific screech.
Then all the Gladers ran in all directions, looking for places to hide from the deathly creatures.
Newt grabbed my wrist and we ran to the nearest hiding place, the crops.
We were almost there, newt started to slow down but he kept running, slightly behind me.
At least six grievers had entered the Glade at this point.
Me, Newt, Jeff and two other Gladers I couldn't be bothered to remember were hiding together in the crops, we hearted the constant whirling and clanking getting closer and louder until it just stopped. The griever screemed its unholy screech and with the sound of metal clicking, a claw raised into the air and snatched one of the unnamed Gladers.
Everyone instinctively split up, but Newt holding my wrist was a constant reminder not to leave him.
We ran as fast as we could, we could see the trees in the distance, marking the area of the deadheads beginning.
As we ran, Newt was slowing down, until him hand slipped out of mine followed by a scream of pain.
I whipped around to see him on the ground, scrunching up his face and digging his fingers into the ground.
I tried to help him up but as soon as he moved his leg, he screamed again, louder but shorter lasting.
"What's wrong with your leg?!" I said as I sat on my knees in front of him.
"I have no bloody clue!" His voice was wavy with panic and pain.
"Come on the deadheads are right ther-
I was cut off by a grievers screech, soon followed by the same clanking and whirling. There was one near by.
Instinctively I grabbed Newt and held him, covering his mouth.
"We have to get to the deadheads" I whispered
Not waiting for a reply of any sort, I got up and then helped Newt up.
He was shaking with pain, but tried his best to stay quiet.
I put his arm over my neck to give him support and we surprisingly got there quicker then expected.
Sadly the luck didn't last, a griever was roaming the thick woods, searching for hiding Gladers.
"Near the middle of the deadheads, there's a large hollow tree" Newt whispered
Mia's pov-
As soon as those horrifying creatures entered the Glade I ran for frypans kitchen, I don't know why. I just instinctively chose to... I was hungry.
But one glance at a griever would make you loose your appetite.
When I got there, Kendall, frypan and chuck the Greenie were already hiding under tables. I joined Kendall under the large table where Gally and his flock would usually sit.
Then, all we could do was wait.
Thomas' pov-
Minho, Alby, myself and countless other Gladers were running aimlessly, not knowing where to go or what to do. The homestead was surrounded so most of us went to the map room, but at least half of us made it.
A/N
Cliff hanger!!!!
I am so sorry my lovelies! But I couldn't resist!
Anyways, hope ur all enjoying reading! Cause I'm having fun writing!
I love you all! Good dam bye! 😁
