𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒚 ||Thomas x reader|| 𝓣𝓜𝓡

009- We're so dead

Y/n's Pov:

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Shit, shit, shit.

"Y/n, get him off me!" Minho yells as he wrestles a manic Alby.

I quickly take in my surroundings, searching for anything I could use as a weapon.

"I don't know what to do" I scream back. The maze is empty, except for thick green vines which line the impossibly tall walls.

Vines. I can work with that.

I frantically tug at a particularly thick one, ripping it from the wall with a grunt.

I sprint over and tightly wrap it around Alby's neck and apply pressure, pulling him off of Minho, who rolls away from underneath him.

It's way harder to hold him off than I thought it would be.

Alby is clutching the vine at his neck, pulling harshly in an attempt to free himself. Tears begin to brim in my eyes.

I don't want to strangle him, Alby's always been good to me, to everyone. He's our leader and our rock, who always did everything he could to create order and peace in the glade.

But he's been stung. If given the chance, he would kill Minho in a heartbeat. So I have to do this, but it doesn't make it any easier.

My arms begin to ache as Alby tugs on the vines, my sweaty palms beginning to slip.

"Shit, Minho help!" I yell, attempting to wrap the vines around my wrists to secure them, but they slip away too quickly.

My biceps burn, I'm sobbing at this point, as Alby breathing becomes labored and short.

I can't hold on anymore.

I fall back to the floor with a yelp, my head smacking painfully against the concrete, as he rips free from the vine.

Ringing sounds in my ears, as a searing pain spreads throughout my skull, I touch the back of my head.

Its wet, with crimson blood.

Alby turns around slowly, manic glint in his eyes. I shuffle back on the floor, with tears streaming down my face, my back hits a maze wall.

I'm cornered.

"Alby, please, its me Y/n." I cry, trying to reason with him.

This only seems to anger him more.

He growls, just as he lunges for me.

My arms go to cover my head, eye screwed shut tightly, awaiting a brutal hit.

Nothing happens, instead I hear a sickening crack and a thud to the floor.

I slowly open my eyes to reveal a heaving Minho, holding a jagged rock in his hand, smeared with blood. Alby lies unconscious on the floor.

He drops the rock to the ground.

What the fuck just happened.

One moment we were in the maze looking for any sign that Ben made it through the night, instead we found a dead griever. It lay perfectly still, legs crumpled up like a dead spider, we've never seen a dead griever before, actually we'd never seen a griever at all, so we assumed it was safe.

I shouldn't have been so careless.

The damned thing was playing dead.

It wiped out one of its needles and stung Alby, we managed to get away from it, but Alby already started to change. It all happened so fast.