Have A Little Hope [TMR Minho Fanfiction]

21. Hell breaks loose.

My heart stopped. Like it seriously froze the minute those words left his mouth. Why won't the doors close? Does that mean...

No, no it can't mean that grievers can get in, right? Because if that would happen probably half of us will be dead by morning.

The thought of losing some of my friends is already bringing tears to my eyes.

"Come on, we have to barricade the doors, we don't have time," Minho says in a rushed voice.

"What will happen? If the doors don't close I mean."

He shakes his head and looks at the ground, "I don't know, this has never happened before."

His hands are shaking and I can clearly tell that he is fearing the worst. The glade being destroyed, people dying and injured people too.

"What's our next move then? What if the doors don't close tomorrow and we are left to fend for ourselves?" I try and think what we would do if they actually didn't close tomorrow, "we won't have the people to fight, so what will we do then?"

Minho strides across the room and embraces me in one of his bear hugs, "We will just have to fight" he whispers.

We stay like that for a good minute, before a scream downstairs has us rushing for the door and ready to go down stairs.

"Minho! Where the bloody hell have you been? Go get some weapons!" Newt frantically shouts at Minho for his absence.

"Alright", Minho then leaves the room to go outside.

I turn to Newt "how long will we last?"

His eyes darken  and he lets out a long sigh, "I don't know."

I really need to sit down, this is really too much. But I can't sit down, not right now. There is things that need to be done and I need to help do them.

"What can I do? To help?"

He looks around, "go help Minho get the Weapons."

I nod and turn on my heal to the door. As I leave the cold night air hits me like a blast of wind. I run across the field to the place where they kept the weapons.

I open the rather heavy door and run inside. Minho, Thomas and two other people are in there helping to get some supplies as well as weapons.

I walk over to Minho and Thomas who are holding some bags.

"What will I take?" I ask.

Minho turns around startled, then his face turns to a cold hard expression, "what the shuck are you doing out here! Why aren't you inside the homestead?"

"I couldn't just stand around and let everyone else do the work, I needed to do something," I complain.

He lets out a frustrated sigh before giving me a small bag of what seems to be knives and a bow with a quiver filled with arrows.

"Are you okay?" I ask Thomas, he honestly looks like he is about to faint. I don't blame him, if I could I would.

I wait for them to finish until I leave, I don't want to go back out there alone.

As they finish, we all run outside and start running towards the homestead. As we get about half way, we hear a wailing sound. And then those sounds. The ones that I heard the time I went into the maze at night.

Screech

Whir

Click

I turn around to find about three greivers entering the maze and heading our way.

"Run! Faster! They are coming!" I yell at Minho and Thomas.

Thomas turns around and sees the three grievers. His eyes widen and he turns around and runs faster.

I can hear one getting closer and closer to me. I turn to look at how much time I have left, but I trip and fall over my own legs.

No, shit no.

The greiver is right in front of me. I push my self off the ground and try to run, but I'm hit by one of his arms.

I don't know if it was me yelling out in pain or the noise the greiver made when it stopped, but Minho and Thomas noticed I had fallen. Minho is close to me in seconds, with Thomas right on his heal.

They both take out spears and throw them at the griever, but they have no effect on it. But thanks to them throwing that, it gives me time to get up and run.

The griever is right my heal again, and I'm dodging it's arm from hitting me. I don't have enough time to get to the homestead, I just won't make it.

The forest is to my left and if I get to the nearest tree and climb up it the griever won't get me there.

I run towards the forest, and get to the first tree. I climb it as fast as I can't before the griever can reach the bottom.

And of course as I had anticipated, the griever can't reach me up here. I laugh. I actually laugh. Why would they put trees here if that's where we could get away from the grievers?

My happiness is cut short when the tree starts shaking. I look down to the ground and surely enough the griever is ramming into the tree.

What do I do now?

My eyes land on the bow slung around my shoulders. I take it from them and get an arrow, putting it in place before aiming straight at the griever. To my surprise, the arrow lands in the grievers head, causing it to Yelp in pain.

I repeat this action until the griever give the tree one last slam and it starts to tip.

I fall out of the tree and land with a thud on the ground. My head hurts from the impact but I have to get up. I can see the griever but the griever can't see me, and it looks pretty confused as to where I went.

I use this to my advantage and run of towards the homestead.

I reach the door just in time as they were about to barricade it.

I stumble in the door, and when I say stumble I mean stumble. I drop to my hand and knees, worn out from the events that have just happened.