Minho looked at me and Thomas, gasping for air.
"Good job," he said, "you just killed yourself."
Thomas looked up at him with a face of shock,
"What?" He yelled in concern.
I looked at Alby,
"He got stung?" I asked.
"What do you think?" He replied sarcastically.
"What happened to his head?" Thomas asked.
His head had a big gash on the side of his forehead.
"I did what I had to do." Minho said finally catching his breath.
"Let's set him against the wall." I said.
Me and Thomas got him against the wall. We decided to let Minho catch a break.
"It's getting late." Thomas said, "We have to hide him somewhere."
I tilted my head and Minho gave him a look.
"Yea just one problem," Minho said, "Where? They'll surely find him and do god knows what with him."
I stood in silence.
"Not if we hid him in the vines." Thomas said.
Me and Minho looked at eachother.
"We better hurry up then" I said.
We decided to tie two pieces of vine on both of Alby's arms. We three separate vines to help elevate him off the ground, the wall we hid him on had a bunch of vines and you couldn't see him in the dark and vines combined.
Then we heard it. A griever let out a roar. The sound of it's mechanical legs walking closer and closer. Me and Thomas stayed calm but Minho panicked.
"Come on!" Minho whisper yelled.
We kept going but the griever only got closer.
Minho turned to us and let his vine go.
"I'm sorry guys." He took off running.
"Minho!" Thomas yelled.
"Let him go, we got this." We pulled him higher and higher and then I looked on the other side of the wall. I saw it. A big spider like slimy griever.
I grabbed Thomas by the hand and ran. We hid under some hanging vines. We were both breathing heavily.
The Griever then passed in front of us. It stopped right where we were. It stood there for about 30 seconds. Thomas held me closer and held his finger to his mouth.
The Griever let out an unexpected roar. I covered my mouth holding in a scream. It began to walk away. Once we were sure it was long gone we got out from under the vines.
We let out a sigh of relief. I looked at him,
"That's only 1 of 8 grievers Thomas. Watch your back always."
He was about to say something until this big glob of slime fell on top of him. Griever slime.
Our eyes widened. We looked up slowly. As I looked up a tear ran down my cheek. On top of us, a griever was there.
"RUN!!" Thomas yelled.
He grabbed my hand and we took off.
"DONT LOOK BACK!" I yelled.
We ran and ran and ran. Soon we were trapped. We had come to a ledge.
"Y/N! WE HAVE TO JUMP!" Thomas yelled.
"WHAT?" I said in shock.
He held onto my hand. Our target was a wall right in front of us covered in vines.
The Griever turned the corner and found us.
"NOW!" I yelled.
We jumped.
"OHHHH SHIIIITTTT!" I yelled.
We grabbed onto the vines and we both let out a grunt. We got off the wall the Griever right on our asses.
"DONT STOP RUNNING!" I panted.
We crashed into Minho and I yelled.
"SHIT!" I yelled.
"COME ON!" Minho yelled.
We ran into an intersection and Minho went straight forward. I followed right after him. Thomas wasn't following and Me and Minho had reached the end of the hall.
"THOMAS! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Minho yelled.
Thomas looked next to him and yelled,
"COME ON!"
He started to run and the griever was right behind him. The walls started to close.
"THOMAS!!!!!" I yelled.
"AAAAAAA!" Thomas yelled.
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Newt x Y/n, Part 1: The Glade
أدب الهواةIn this story, you come up to the glade. Having no idea where you are, you take liking to a boy, Newt. He seems to like you too, after all you see all the right signs. What will happen next?
