I clutched the knife given to me and tried not to bolt upright at every noise from the shifting Gladers.
I didn't know how long it had been of panic and cold sweat, until a sound filled the air.
I knew the sound from nightmares and my broken memories. The sound that chilled my blood.
Click-click-whirr.
I jumped up as silently as I could, waving my arms and putting a finger to my lips before the Gladers could panic. I limped as silently as I could to the boarded up window. I pressed my eye against one of the cracks between the boards, but I couldn't see anything, just the open Glade. Below me, Tommy stretched his head up to peek out the dusty glass as well. Finally, I gave up and went back to sit on the bed.
The sound was bad enough, though.
Click-click-whirr. Click-click-whirr. On and on. Click-click-whirr. Click-click-whirr. Click-click-whirr. Click-click-whirr.
Then came the sound of the wood tearing. A Griever was on the homestead wall! My blood froze with fear, my heart skipping beats. The lights of the Grievers played through the cracks in the boards, lighting up our faces with its eerie glow.
Click-click-whirr. Click-click-whirr.
As soundlessly as we could, bated breaths and scuffing feet, the Gladers moved away from the window, pressing against the back wall. I could see how pale they were, how wide their eyes were. I imagined I could hear their hearts pounding.
Click-click-whirr. Click-click-whirr.
Then came another sound. The sound of snapping. The Griever's probes had come out. It knew we were here.
Someone screamed, and was quickly muffled by his neighbor.
Click-click-whirr. Click-click-whirr.
My heart thundered in my ears. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife. There is nothing like waiting helplessly at the mercy of a giant cyborg slug monster.
Click-click-whirr. Click-click-whirr. Click-click-whirr.
Bang!
I whirled around as the door slammed open. It was a tall boy, his breathing ragged, his clothes torn, blood, dirt, and worse smeared over his body.
It was Gally.
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The Glader
FanfictionWhat happened after Thomas came to the Glade? Sure, he was sent by WICKED to solve it, but he wouldn't have gotten far without Newt, Alby, Minho and Teresa. And Newt has his own story to tell. Now that the Ending is happening, nothing is for c...
