The Maze Runner - Newt

Grievers

*WARNING* Change of POVS in this chapter and slight mention of suicide.

Maeve:

I wanted to cry, scream, throw up—anything but to be in this moment. Most of my hair had fallen out of the braids I made this morning interrupting my sight with every movement, but I could still see everyone as they tried to escape death.

Grievers were littering the glade grabbing every person in sight and killing them. The sounds were horrid and my stomach churned every time the sound of flesh getting ripped apart was heard in the distance.

Clutching at the machete in my hand, my breaths came out rigid.

I don't want to die.

Another whirring sound. Then a click, and a final scream.

Another person died.

Roughly swallowing the bile in my throat, I watched Minho run out of the runner's hut with his weapon followed by the rest.

I gripped Newt's hand as he took a step forward, "Please don't die."

His gaze was soft but it still swam with fear, "I won't. But you can't die either. Promise?"

"Promise."

He adjusted the weapon in my hand making me grip it tighter, "Let's go."

We ran out of the hut just in time to see a griever viciously make its way towards Thomas and some others, its tail high in the air ready to strike.

Ashton made the first move throwing his spear straight at the monster successfully lodging it into its side while Minho was able to hit its eye.

"Over here let's go!" Frypan shouted

We headed straight to the council hall where Chuck stood by the entrance ushering everyone in, "Over here come on!"

"Winston! Get Alby inside!" Thomas directed as he made sure everyone was in before slamming the door shut.

"Lock down the doors!" Newt yelled and then it was silent.

Any glader who was still alive stood in the middle of the council hall holding their breaths.

The griever pounded on the door with a shrill scream as everyone simultaneously took a step back.

It huffed and the moments that came after were silent. That is until the roof shifted with the weight of the griever who now stood on top of it.

The sound of my heartbeat was loud in my ears as I bit back a whimper.

"Stay back guys," Newt whispered

The griever kept scuttling on the roof almost as if it was toying with our fear. With every step, dust rained down on us making the job of breathing harder than it already was.

A whir, and that was it. Its tail shot through the roof like a knife in butter clutching at the main pole in the center of the room and pulling at it causing the roof to cave in.

We are royally fucked.

The screams and groans around me were muffled when my head made contact with the floor. My right leg was seared with pain as I tried to get it unstuck from within the rubble.

A pair of hands wrapped themselves around my waist and started pulling. Groaning at the wood that scraped against my leg, I finally got myself unstuck.

"You okay?" Teresa asked and I squeezed her hand with a nod, my throat being too itchy to speak.

"Help me!" a boy begged from within the fallen roof