The Gladers stood back to back, a battered circle of panting, terrified boys, surrounded by blood-thirsty monsters.
That was when a claw sliced into the back of my hand, deep enough to make me cry out.
The borrowed knife clattered to the ground.
Minho jerked backwards as a Griever's tool narrowly missed his side, and then a wall of spiked blubber was between him and me.
I was surrounded.
Looking around for an opening, a weapon- anything, I backed away desperately, my heart hammering in my chest.
That was when I slipped in the blood pooling on the floor and fell onto the back of the Griever dueling with Frypan, sinking into it's slimy skin a few inches.
And I stuck.
I couldn't move, couldn't run.
Stuck to the back of a monster.
The Griever that had disarmed me reared up, its appendages whirring, its saw striking down for my head.
My breath whooshed out of me in a wave, fear flooding into my lungs to take its place. For all the flirting with death I had done, I wasn't ready to die quite yet. Not when I was so close to Escaping.
I didn't want to die.
The Griever's saw threw sparks, so close I could feel the heat.
This is it.
I was going to die.
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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...
