Click-click-whirr.
I lay back, listening to the sound of the Grievers. If my hearing was correct, there was a Griever in the hall of the homestead. It must’ve broken through a window somewhere.
I hoped my hearing wasn’t correct.
Click-click-whirr.
Every Glader was as silent as the grave as heavy scraping and clicking could be heard just outside the door.
Near the door, Tommy’s eyes met mine. He looked paler than I had ever seen him, and because that counted the time I had helped pull him out of The Box, that was saying something.
Then the crashing and splintering of wood and the shattering sound of broken glass met our ears. Screams echoed through the room.
“It’s got Dave!” someone cried out.
I lurched to my feet. Dave! He was the Runner that had gotten stung, the Runner that could have replaced Minho.
Not Dave. Please not Dave.
Another crash ripped through the hallway.
And then Thomas stood, yanking open the door and running straight for the Griever, determination clear in his eyes. He ignored Dave as the Runner struggled. Instead he sprinted towards the monster itself.
“Tommy!” I screamed, but he ignored me. “Thomas!” Oh, god, no. He was trying to kill himself. Not him too! I couldn’t lose anyone else.
I jumped up and ran for the door as well. I didn’t know how I could help, I just knew I had to stop him.
I skidded to a stop inside the mangled hallway to see Tommy running right into the pack of Grievers, to see the spikes tear into him.
Finally, he staggered out of the group and began to sprint away.
He got less than five feet before collapsing on the ground, his body as still as the grave.
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The Glader
FanficWhat 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...
