¹ 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 - 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘴

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//S A G E//

        MY HEAD SHOT UP as I hear boys yelling my name from outside. I jump on my feet and I run outside the door. It was dark out, boys were running out, screaming bloody murder. I furrow my eyebrows, everything seemed fine.

"Winston!" I call out to him. "What's going on?"

"It's the doors, they aren't closing."

I glance at the walls, my eyes widening at the sight. They were wide open. I feel a hand on my back but I don't bother turning around to know its Thomas. Everyone jumps when we hear a loud sound. I look towards the source of the sound, to see the other doors opening.

I heard the screech of the grievers and my heart jumps up into my throat. I spin around, tears burning in my eyes, pieces of my hair falling in front of my face.

"What do we do?"

I turn to a small group of boys behind me, they are literally trusting me to keep them alive. That's why I'm the leader.

I clear my throat before speaking up; "Chuck, go to the council hall and start barricading the doors, Winston, you go with him."

"Got it."

I look at the other boys, and I point at them. "Get the others. Tell them too go to the forest. Go hide now!"

"okay."

I turn to Minho. "Minho, I want you to grab every weapon you can find, including my arrows under my bed. I'll meet you at council hall."

"I don't know where you're bow is."

"I have a spare one under my bed." He nods his head at me before running off. I turn to Thomas and Teresa. "Thomas, Teresa, you two are going to help me get Alby."

Once we got to the hut, Alby was gone so I'm assuming one of the gladers grabbed him. I grabbed Thomas' hand and Teresa's before pulling them into some really tally weeds to try and hide from the grievers for now. I lifted my head up but someone pushed my head down as we all squatted down. Thomas was right by me, an arm wrapped around my back.

"Stay down!" I hiss at the boys who joined us. I turned my head to the right to see Gally and some boys jumping into the box. Smart.

I heard a screech of a griever and before I knew it, Zart was grabbed by a griever. I jumped up and tried grabbing onto his hands but Thomas wrapped his arms around my waist and starts dragging me away. "Zart!"