TRANQUILITY - Newt

✦Chapter IV✦

Alamort - half dead of exhaustion

While I was dragging Alby back, he began to become slightly... violent. I did what I had to do, I bashed his head on the wall.

This led to walking back even harder: I had to carry him on my back or in my arms, which was significantly difficult as he was too heavy for me. Every now and then, I would swap the way I was holding him, in an attempt to find some sort of relief in my painful arms.

I sensed we were close to the Glade when I could hear boys talking and the sound of trees swaying. I turned the last corner I remembered and there it was. The doors. And the boys. Which started cheering forms of encouragement once the doors began to close.

I saw Thomas right at the front. Of course it was him, probably as curious as always. We weren't going to make it. The doors were closing faster than I could get there, especially with Alby.

There were shouts telling me to drop him, but I couldn't do that to him. I tried. That was what was important in my eyes. The doors drew to a close and I dropped to the floor with Alby.

Another person.

I looked up. There was the one and only Thomas. Honestly, didn't surprise me that he went through.

"Why the fuck would you do that?" I say, panting.

"W-well," he began as he stuttered. "I just though-"

"Do less thinking in the future, will you? You've just chosen to get killed." I said. Then, I stood back up. I wasn't recovered at all, I was still tired and every single one of my limbs wanted to fall off. But, I needed to save Alby. Maybe, while me and this fucking idiot are running from grievers, I can think of the serum to help Alby. "Come on, we need to start moving. Grab his legs." I grabbed his arms and we carried him through the maze.

It soon got dark, barely any light was getting between the walls and I didn't even know where we were anymore.

I wanted to strike up some conversation, I didn't know anything about him, I mean he probably doesn't remember anything, and he didn't know anything about me. "Do you remember anything else except your name?" I ask, "You don't have to tell me, I just thought we could talk to waste some time." I speak quickly as I didn't want him to be uncomfortable.

"Not much," he began, then paused, "I had these dreams and.." he paused again, probably thinking. "There was water, really blue, and someone was in it, drowning."

Wait, I had the exact same dream. I also could swear I've seen Thomas in one of my dreams.

"That's it, all that I could make out," he ended.

"I mean, it's more than nothi-" I start to say.

Suddenly, a griever screech echoed, it didn't sound too far away.

"Hey, we need to put Alby somewhere, so we don't have to carry him." Thomas suggested. Such a smart idea, very original, not like I haven't been thinking the same thing this whole time.

"Where would we put him? This place is all vines and wall." I say. I know it's a little pessimistic, but I'm not in the mood to deal with this right now.

The boy then turned to the wall, one of the more viney one, then tugged on it. I caught on to what he was doing, grabbing a vine off the wall, checking whether it was sturdy and began trying onto Alby, while Thomas grabbed another and tied it onto his other side.

We were heaving him up, to the best of our abilities. The vines were getting in the way, making it harder to pull him up.

The griever began to screech again, however this time it was closer. "Serena, we have to go, that thing is getting closer." Thomas said. We were both getting tired, but we had to carry on.

"No, no, come on he's almost at the top." I tried to convince him. However, the sounds of the griever was causing us to slow down.

While pulling, I started to look around. A place to hide. "Will you hold on just a second?" Thomas asked, I gave him a nod and he let go of the vine. My arms immediately became strained, all of the weight on them. Crouching, he pulled up the ivy just above the floor. "Here, we can hide underneath." he said.

I looked down, keeping my hold on the vines. There was a little The sound of the griever came closer and closer until it sounded right beside us. My eyes shot straight up. "Quick, get in," I hurried. I held the vine, which Thomas was hoping earlier, toward him. Sliding beneath the wall, he held onto it. I soon followed him.

Just in time aswell, the griever was right there, scuttling through the path. It seemed to sense us as it paused right in front of us. Although, it must have noticed we were gone and ran off. "Just get him a but higher and we can leave." I told him.

He didn't speak, seemingly scared now the reality of the situation had set in.

We pulled him up until it was deemed high enough that the grievers couldn't get him anymore. Another screech could be heard nearby.

"Let's go, so we don't get found again." However, my words were cut short when another griever stood right in my path.

"Run!" I heard behind me. So, we ran in the other direction, the griever's clicks echoed through the air. I ran in front of the boy, somehow faster than him, and paved a path for us. I went down directions I could relatively remember from the drawings Minho had given to me.

Paving a path, however, became increasingly difficult as the walls began to move around us. Such a convenient time too.

We were slowly losing the griever but it kept chasing after us. I ran through this corridor, but as I got halfway through, the walls moved. They were going to close completely.

I turned around, Thomas was stood at the other end, not even making move to begin running through. "What are you doing?" I ask him.

He glanced up at me then turned back to where the griever was following us. The griever must have been right there because he started sprinting through the closing walls.

The griever was right behind him and, right as the walls closed, the griever was closed in the walls.

We stood there for a second, panting and staring at the squished griever guts.

"That went... well," I breath out.

"Definitely," he replies.

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That night, the both of us had no chance to dream of any blue water as we had to stay alert, incase anymore grievers came about.

Luckily, we didn't get spotted by another one, but we had to run in the other direction from many of them.

And soon, it was nearly 6 a. m, when the door will open. "We need to go find Alby so we can take him back," I said.

We found him after a while, I could remember which section we were in. Struggling, we carried Alby for a while and we walked back to where I could remember the doors were. The floor shook beneath us, meaning the doors were opening.

We were close. I could tell.

One more turn right and there it was: the doors. The boys were walking away from the doors, probably thought we were dead. Until, Chuck saw us and shouted, "There!" All of the them turned back towards the doors, their faces brighter than before.