The Glader Girls

14 // Cleopa

Cleopa's POV

The grievers were in the Glade. So much is happening at once; a couple of days ago the sun disappeared and no supplies have been sent up to us this week and now the doors to the maze won't shut. Every Glader has been given something to do, urgently. A group of the toughest Gladers have been sent to get as many weapons and keep the grievers away but it wasn't working so well, the grievers were barely fazed by the Gladers trying to kill them. Others were told to set up a base in the homestead, covering the windows with planks of wood and pushing stuff up to the entrances but leaving space for others to get in and out, gathering as many supplies as they could. I was told to help the injured with the other medjacks but the whole time I was just hoping everyone was okay, especially Newt. I couldn't lose him, not after I lost Elliot.

A few people suddenly came crashing in, it was Tommy and Chuck and they were holding someone up, it was Alby..

"He's been stung!" Tommy yelled, he looked tired and scared. Clint gestured for them to lie Alby down on the makeshift bed made of old blankets and then asked them to show him the sting wound. Tommy lifted up his shirt and just above his belly-button was a small circular wound, kind of like a bullet wound, around it purple had spread about his chest, like poison. Bloody hell.

"It's fine, we can use the cure again, right?" Chuck said desperately, he looked like he was going to cry, he was only young and Alby's the leader of the Glade, without him things are sure to fall apart.

"Chuck..." Clint said quietly, as if someone had just died. "I think it's too late..."

"What do you mean?" Tommy said, his voice shaking.

"The grievers stinger went pretty deep... I think it's wounded his stomach, he probably won't survive. I'm sorry."

"Shuck." Tommy whispered. "C'mon Chuck, it's gonna be fine, we need to help the others." Chuck wiped his tearstained face and followed Tommy out.

"I can't believe it..." I said. We went back to treating the others, avoiding Alby's body. I rushed about, cleaning and bandaging wounds as best as could to keep my mind off what might be happening outside.

"Look, Cleopa, maybe you should just go and help the others make the place secure, we've got it covered, yeah?"

"Yeah, but send someone for me if you need help at all." I told him before going to help the others feeling as useless as ever.

What felt like hours later the grievers seemed to have been scared of for a while. I looked around for Newt frantically, I was heading towards the weapons room when I saw him. I started running, then sprinting, then slowing down as I got nearer to him. I hit into him, holding him as tight as my tired arms could. I felt his arms around me.

"What's with the big embrace? Not that I'm complaining at all." Newt said after we hugged. He smiled even though we'd just been attacked by grievers and they were probably coming back.

"I was worried that you'd be hurt or something and that a griever had stung you or you'd been-"

"I'm fine, are you?" He cut me off laughing slightly at my babbling.

"Yes but Alby's not, he was stung by a griever and its injured his stomach and Clint says he's not gonna make it..."

"Bloody hell." Newt whispered before running towards the homestead as fast as possible with his limp. I followed him into the medjacks room. When he saw Alby's body he froze, I reached out and intwined our fingers, he was tense. I guess if you're second in command and the first person in command is gone it all falls onto you, the responsibility of everyones lives, everyone looks to you when they don't know what to do. But I believed it him, I believed that he would be a good leader. He turned to look at me.

"Well it seems we've got some work to do." He said and I forced myself to smile at him.

The rest of the night went the same, people got injured, the base was developed and more weapons were being made, but when the grievers came back they didn't attack as much, they just took one of the track-hoes, I think his name was Abe. After they'd took him they left and it seemed that they weren't coming back. People came out of the homestead, walking about and trying to fix things. The grievers had caused destruction, the huts had holes in the walls and the grievers had kicked up the crops, near the doors where people where fighting the grievers the grass had been flattened and mud covered it. We didn't know if it was morning or not because of the lack of sun but we hoped it was because then maybe the grievers would leave us alone for the day.

Newt walked about giving people jobs and helping out those who were struggling. We gathered as many of the crops as possible and preparing food. A lot of the livestock had been caught up in the griever fights and had been injured and killed so Winston and the other slicers prepared the living ones. People were quiet and there was a weird atmosphere after the Gladers were notified of Alby's death.

Monroe finally woke up from her rest. Her and Minho didn't do so much as look at each other and they avoided each other like the plague. Thomas and Nightingale went back in the maze to see if anything was different or if anything had changed. I was worried about them, what if the maze was still swarming with grievers? I prayed that they would come back safely.

Things were changing in the Glade and I could only hope we'd get out of it alive.

so yeah there's an action chapter for you, i know i havent written a chapter in a while but i will be writing them again (yayyy) but yeah top o the morning to you dippydoo abadaba woopy woo - L ;))