𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒚 ||Thomas x reader|| 𝓣𝓜𝓡

014- Destruction

Y/n's Pov:

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My stomach drops. Dread trickles into my being.

What do you mean the door isn't closing? It has too, it always does.

My head snaps towards the maze entrance, I snatch a torch from Gally before leading the way over, dozens of others already standing before the opening.

I'm still in denial at this point, as our large group stares at the entrance in anticipation, waiting for movement. Maybe it just malfunctioned? It'll close soon.

Rumble. Everyone flinches at the sudden noise, a couple yells echo around me. I'm almost relieved for a moment thinking the sound was emitted from the door in front of us, but it didn't close.

The sound came from behind us- the door on the opposite side of the glade was opening instead. That has never happened before... I didn't even know those walls were capable of opening. Then two more open with a groan, one on each wall of the square shaped glade.

All the blood drains from my face at the realization that we are vulnerable, every single griever is free to waltz into the glade tonight, from all four sides. Its like a trap, there's nowhere to go, to run, nothing is safe.

What the hell is going to happen to us?

I physically feel myself going faint in panic for a moment, this is the worst of worst case scenarios to ever exist.

I need to keep Newt safe, and as much as I'm annoyed at Minho right now, I would never want anything to happen to him. My eyes frantically search the crowd for both, landing on the blond, I snatch his arm pulling him close to me, then look for Minho.

I see Thomas sending him off somewhere with Frypan.

"Tell the other's to go to the forest and Hide- now!" I hear Gally command, distracting me from Minho. When I look back in him direction, he's already no where to be seen.

No, no, no, no. My stomach plumets further, we need to stay together. I can't function properly not knowing he's safe.

Still clutching onto Newts arm, I jog over to Thomas.

"Where'd you send Minho?" I ask, desperately.

"Uh- to get weapons, then he's meeting us at the council hall." he replies shakily, I see the uncertainty in his eyes.

Okay, okay, I attempt to calm myself. That's not too far, then he'll meet us right after. Besides I'm sure we still have some time before anything shows up, right?

"We should go get Alby." Thomas suggests, glancing at me, Newt, and Teresa.

I nod my head, half acknowledging what he said.

Shrieks of terror snap me out of my thoughts, a group of boys sprinting out of the woods.

"Run!"

"Grievers!"

My group takes a few startled steps back, before a sound snaps our attention towards the maze.

My breath quickens, palms becoming sweaty as clicking echoes from the entrance in front of me, three griever heads peak around the corner.

"Alright everybody hide! Go, go, go run!" Thomas demands, beginning to sprint away.

I can't move. I feel physically paralyzed in terror, I beg my body to make any slight shift, I know I need to go now, but I just can't bring myself to run.

Thomas turns back without hesitation.

"Y/n! Come on!" Thomas tugs my hand, breaking me free of my temporary paralysis, back into the present.