"WICKED? What's WICKED?" I thought aloud.
She opened her mouth to answer, but was cut off by yelling coming from the Glade.
"What now?" I complained. Teresa stood up and followed me out of the Deadheads to the Glade to see what all the ruckus was.
I spotted Thomas and limped over to him, Teresa by my side.
"What's going on?" I asked.
Thomas worriedly glanced over at me and nodded towards the Doors.
"The Doors, they're not closing." I barely stopped myself from gasping. I checked my watch and it was 8:00, the time the Doors usually closed for the night.
Grievers. The word popped into my head as all sounds around me were muted by fear. I could see Thomas trying to talk to me and Teresa, who looked scared, while Minho and Newt hurried all the Gladers with weapons to the Homestead for the night.
My hearing came back when I heard it.
Whirrr. Click, click
My breathing picked up as Thomas cupped my face, telling me to run to the Homestead.
"Thomas," I breathed out. I looked at him with a blurry vision as he clutched my hand and dragged me to the Homestead for safety. We ran up the stairs and to the second floor, where everyone was huddled together hoping for survival.
Thomas set me down on the floor and held me as close as possible. The only sounds that were audible was everyone's breathing and the whirs and groans of Grievers coming from outside. I shut my eyes as I buried my head into Thomas's chest.
"It's okay, it's okay. We're safe. We're gonna be okay," He whispered to me so only I could hear. Just when I thought I was calm enough to go to sleep, I heard the booming sound of metal against wood.
I looked out through the gaps of wood in the Homestead to find metal legs and the slimy body of a Griever climbing up the side of the wall. My heart was pumping out of my chest and I was consumed with sweat and fear.
Thomas held me close, holding my head and stroking my hair soothingly to calm me down. Whimpers could be heard around the room, when suddenly, someone burst through the door. We all looked up and saw a crazed Gally.
He started freaking out about how the Grievers were gonna take us one by one, when the Griever on the wall busted into the room and snatched him.
I was frozen in shock as I heard the screams of everyone in the room and blood pounding in my ears. Thomas's grip on me only tightened as he muttered sweet nothings.
{ALL THAT YOU EVER WANTED FROM ME WAS SWEET NOTHING}
I shut my eyes in order to prevent tears rolling down them.
Finally, darkness and fear and sleep welcomed me with open arms, and I went unconscious in Thomas's protecting arms.
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The Silent, Lonely Girl ~ Thomas X Female!reader
Fanfiction{Book 1 out of 3} It was supposed to be a normal Greenie day in the Glade, but they got their first girl instead. She was violent, angry, and didn't fit in. Every Glader tried their best to forget she existed by letting her run away into the Deadh...
