Five, maybe six in the morning, I went to fetch Newt. He was fast asleep in a bundle on the floor next to an overturned hammock, he must've fallen off in his slumber. He looked like a little boy lost in a world of imagination as he slept, Dribbling on his sandy coloured shirt.
"Newt! Hey! Come on get up"
He shifted and his eyes fluttered open, he stared at me with wide, bewildered eyes, I held out my arm and pulled him up off the ground,
"Must've fallen off, I'm surprised you slept through the fall"
"Oh, why'd ya get me up so bloody early anyway, work doesn't start until the suns half up"
"We gotta talk to Minho, I have been thinking about it all night and maybe it is best to find some answers"
"OK but if we die, I blame you" he chuckled back "where is he anyway?, haven't seen the shank for two days" he continued
"Don't worry about it, I found him crashed out in the map room, under the table before Frypan called us for supper"
We jogged over the grass towards the map room and crossed the door, just like the night before, Minho was fast asleep under the table,snores erupted throughout the room, his back arched over a stack of strewn about paper, his monstrous arms bulged over his chest,
"How do we do this?" Newt whispered over his exploding snores
"I don't know, just nudge him"
Newt poked his arm and he exploded into consciousness
"What are you shanks doing here?" He groaned
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Stung
Short StoryThe first Griever, and Gally going through the changing. Alby's POV
