Escape to the Hills // Newt x Reader

7

Now we continue: What's up with the guys?

The door burst open, revealing the gross pulsing, pale blubber of the Griever. It wiggled its way through the door of the Homestead, seemingly having little trouble doing so. Chuck and River's screams could be heard from the other room, sending the entire group into a panic. They mobbed the Griever and hit it with everything they had. When the boys minds cleared a little they realized their plan was terrible and wasn't working. Winston had enough sense at the moment to turn to the already splintered bed - the Griever decided to stomp on it - and break off a piece of the wood. One by one, everyone else followed his example.

What happened after that, no one could tell. It all happened so fast. The Griever slammed Thomas and Jeff into the wall. Minho was on the floor dodging the metal legs if he could. Newt, Gally, and Alby were poking at the Grievers face, trying to pry its attention from Jeff's limp form. Alby hit the thing so hard over the head, his wooden plank broke in half. That got its attention. It reared and roared its sick roar.

Alby turned to get more and almost made a fatal mistake of taking his eyes off a Griever. The Griever lunged and just missed Alby by a hair. Alby dodged so fast he hit into Gally and sent the Builder slamming into one of the metal legs. Which was actually not terrible since Gally had somehow jammed his stick of wood into the mechanics of the leg and stopping it from moving.

"Gally!" Newt yelled, dodging the Grievers tail. "Do that again!"

"Hell, no!" Gally replied.

"I thought you said you didn't want to die again!" Winston yelled, pulling Jeff out of the Griever's way.

"There's a chance I'd die if I do!"

"There's a chance we'll all die if you don't!" Minho yelled, finally getting a chance to get on his feet. He stabbed his stick into the Grievers side and pulled it out again, lodging it in the Griever's leg. The Griever shrieked more in frustration than pain.

It's movements slowed now that it had to drag dead weight around. It's attacks were limited also. In it's confusion it stumbled and fell, landing on top of unconscious Thomas and Winston. Winston cried out and tried his hardest to hold the blubber away from his face so he could breathe. Thomas was completely submerged in the gross fatty flesh.

Newt and Minho were over in a second yanking on the disabled legs. The leg Minho was pulling popped off and he let out a yell as he flew backwards. His yelling was drowned out by the shrieks of the Griever. It thrashed and rolled. Everyone's first reaction was to think it completely crushed Thomas and Winston, but as soon as the Griever was off, Winston was up and yanking Thomas again. He didn't use his left arm much.

Gally whacked the creature over the head again and it fell, lopsided, onto the wooden floor. It thrashed and tried to roll again but Alby had jumped on it. He had sharpened his stick on whatever he could find and drove it straight into the Grievers slimy head. Something inside the Griever clicked a few times, and the creature twitched, then went still.

The whole group was panting and shaking with nerves. Minho bent over and put his hands on his knees; Winston had managed to get both Thomas and Jeff situated on what was left of the mattress; The rest of the boys flopped on the ground in relief.

The relief was flooded away with panic yet again when the noise from the room opposite them finally hit them. Minho and Newt were the first ones up, jumping over the splintered pile of wood that used to be the door. The door to the room Chuck and River were in had been smashed in with some seemingly extra force than necessary. The top part of the door was completely broken off. It was completely blown off the top and middle hinge and hung loosely from the bottom one.

Newt and Minho were met with a gruesome sight when they made it into the door. The Crank from earlier had its arm shoulder deep in the locked closet door. Chuck and River  screamed on the other side of the door.

"Hey!" Minho yelled, and ran straight at the Crank. He gripped the back of its torn shirt by the sleeves and yanked it around him and onto the floor. The Crank struggled to get its feet under itself. When it finally steadied itself it looked up. It acknowledged the two teens standing in its path with a strange tilt of its head to each side. Maybe it helped with its seeing; or maybe it improved its depth perception.

The Crank limped forwards again. One of its arms was crippled and pulled tightly to its side. It made no move to hurt Minho or Newt. It simply walked around the two. Then it made it to the closet and shoved it's working arm through the hole.

River's screams pulled the boys out of their dumbfound states. The girl had been watching the scene unfold through the hole with Chuck close behind her. Chuck pulled her backwards and almost slammed her into the wall behind them. The Crank's hand was merely centimeters from her face and the door was caving in slowly.

Newt kicked the Crank in the side. It stumbled a few steps then went back to its original task of trying to get a hold on the younger kids. Minho tried pulling it away by its waist but it struggled so much he had to drop it. As soon as it's feet hit the floor, it spun on Minho. It's hand was raised to hit him in the face. Before it's hand made contact, a flash of silver was seen out of the corner of Minho's eyes and the Cranks arm up to its elbow was on the floor.