The Misfire:Book 1 (Newt || A TMR Fanfiction)

33. Glade Carnage

I spent most of the day at the Bloodhouse with Winston. I was not helping him in his job, I just wanted his company because my head was going crazy today. It felt like there was a party of countless surges stretching all over my body. This was the first time I've felt this. And it was definitely not a good sign.

Minho and Thomas went back to the maze today. I knew Thomas understood what I meant about the exit. If there was really a way out, then it should be through a griever passage way, since those creatures could come in and out the maze.

"Something wrong?" Winston waved a hand infront of my face. I broke from my gaze and shook my head.

But as the day got late, the unshakable gut feeling became stronger. I resorted to the Deadheads to isolate and calm myself, unknowingly passing out once my body temperature suddenly dropped.

As soon as I woke up, slowly, I made my way to the medhouse, staggering and halting to regain my balance, the throbbing, ardent pain on my head getting worse. I jerked forward and started to throw up due to all the indescribable thoughts and premonitons in my head. I dropped to the ground, breathing heavily. I could hear shrieks and screams in my head, silhouettes dropping to ground and hazy visions of people running in every direction. It was like there was a battle of electric currents going on inside my head.

And I had no idea why this was happening.

But for some reason, I stood still, unable to move. No matter how hard I tried to force myself to do anything or tell the others about what I was feeling, I could never bring myself to do it. Like someone was controlling me, making me stiff and helpless.

Like there was an invisible force paralyzing my entire body.

Dusk came and the doors didn't close. All 4 of them opened. I was standing in the middle of the glade and watched as everyone started to panic. I was so horrified that I just froze. My head felt like exploding until it just stopped.

The surge vanished.

"Why the hell are you just standing here?" Erin scolded as she grabbed my arm and we scurried away from the grievers that began attacking the glade.

A griever started charging towards us. Erin was fortunately carrying a spear with her and repeatedly stabbed it. I noticed another spear on the ground, probably from one of the now dead glader and quickly picked it up before running again with Erin.

"What's going on?"

"What are you, blind?" She sneered, "A shucking army of these uglies are attacking us!"

We didn't know where to go and just tried to outrun the attackers as more of them poured from the maze. I witnessed Peter getting taken by a griever and his desperate cries for help were too much to handle. More and more of the gladers were being killed and the place was filled with screams.

"Maya!" Erin grabbed my shoulders. "Where are they? Look for them for shuck's sake!"

I was trying to locate Newt, Chuck, Winston or even Minho. Hell, I couldn't even find them. I could sense Erin panicking too, struggling to search a safe place to go to. I noticed several gladers running towards the Homestead and I told her that we should be doing the same. Maybe Alby and the keepers were there.

"Ah shit!" Erin cursed and halted as we somehow ended up being cornered by 2 grievers. "Stay back." She instructed before plunging her spear on the griever's body. The creature recoiled before dropping to the ground. I tried to fend off the other one as it kept stabbing its tail while I tried to dodge it.

"Kill it! What the hell are you waiting for?"

"I'm trying!" I wheezed.

I cussed right before aiming for it's head. The griever winced in pain, striking its tail towards me but I jerked to the side, the griever whirring faintly before falling to the ground, dead. I turned around and saw Erin, sprawled on the ground, with a hole on her back. I lurched to the side and vomited.