CORNERED | TMR Minho X Reader

Chapter 16 - One by one

Chaos.

That was what happened. Panic. Shouting and alarmed chatter. Groups were huddled around the maze doors, peering into the passages revealed.

Then they heard a griever roar. Y/n was hit by a flock of boys running the opposite direction of the maze doors by the forest. Newt grabbed her arm and tugged her along.

She stumbled, barely having time to process the situation. She met eyes with Minho and moved towards him. More roars. Panic.

Newt led y/n and Minho to the side of homestead. He yanked open the door in the floor to the basement, then leaped down the steep stairs.

Minho squeezed y/n's shoulder and followed Newt. She stayed on the surface, constantly glancing behind her. The gladers had spread out into the buildings of the Glade.

Thomas had been right. A griever was moving thruogh the passages towards them right now. The maze doors didn't close. The doors didn't close. The door didn't... this would be a massarce.

Y/n helped Minho and Newt, telling them to hurry. She felt unsafe outside, and simply grabbed the knife Minho gave her and began to stumbled around homestead.

But they didn't even get to the door when they saw the roaring griever at the maze doors. Y/n foolishly stopped running with shock. Her hand slapped over her mouth and Newt cursed beside her.

The griever ran straight towards them.

Y/n scrambled to get moving again, her eyes glued on the monster. It was so fast it looked like it was teleporting. In the middle of the Glade, past the box-

Y/n grabbed Minho's arm and pulled him from his horrified state. He glanced at her with panic and they managed to leap out of the grievers way just as it arrived.

Teeth snapped at y/n's feet and she struggled back to her feet, gripping Minho's arm.

They entered the Homestead and Newt slammed the door closed after them. The building was full of terrified boys huddled against the walls holding shovels and sticks.

Y/n looked at the boys for a moment and caught her breath. But then the griever jumped against the door and it rattled violently.

Y/n leaped away from the door and fell on a mattress next to frypan. She unsheathed her knife and gripped it tightly. They all watched as the griever scratched at the wood and strained the hinges.

Y/n plugged her ears. The sound was horrifying. Rattling. Nails against chalkboard. Wood splintering. Roars, thirsty for blood. Scratching-

The noise stopped. Minho backed away from the door and glanced through the windows. He followed the dark form of the griever around the building. Then jumped back with suprise when a claw speared the wall.

"It's climbing!" He shouted upstairs.

Some boys ran up the stairs and were shouting that the griever was coming. They returned in a much larger number, taking the stairs three at a time.

Y/n leaped to her feet and heard glass shatter upstairs, then scratching sounds along the floor. A red glow leaking through the floorboards. She feared for Teresa for a moment, but the griever must've not seen her and it came bounding down the stairs in seconds.

The boys were streaming outside and y/n followed, pulling her weapon against her stomach trying not to accidentally cut anyone. Minho and Newt stayed with her and they slowed down by the box, looking back.

The griever had someone. Erik. It was pulling him by his leg. The boy was thrashing and screaming for help.

Some of Eriks friends started to run and help him, carrying improvised weapons. Y/n tried to follow but Newt grabbed her by the arm. She tried to rip away from his grip but Minho wrapped his arms around her form.