!!DISCONTINUED!! Into The Maze - The First Girl - Newt x Reader x Minho

Chapter 40

I leap to my feet and shove Chuck towards the forest, "Chuck, run and get all my arrows!! As many as you can find!! RIGHT NOW!!"

"But-!" he protests, and I cut him off, "You hear those sounds??" I yell, and he nods, fear on his face as he sees my rising hysteria, "Well those are Grievers, and they're coming. So get my arrows!! Please, Chuck, I need them".

He hesitates another second, but as a terrible, hollow moan echoes around the Glade, the colour drains from his face, and he sprints away, running as fast as he can towards the forest. I turn and race for the Homestead, screaming at the top of my lungs for everyone to join me there.

The arrows in my quiver rattle and clatter together in time with my pounding footsteps and the leather grip of my bow is already slick with sweat, "ALBY!!" I scream "GRIEVERS!!!"

Instantly he erupts from the Homestead, panic mingling with horror on his dark face and catches me by the shoulders, "WHERE?!?" he yells, and I gesture to the East Door where the horrific sounds are getting louder, and his face goes white.

The yells of the Gladers ring in my ears, pushing into my head and filling it with a wave of noise and terror, and I clamp my hands over my head, dropping into a kneeling position and doubling over with my chest pressed to my legs.

The screams and cries of the Gladers get louder and louder, punctuated by the groaning moans and metallic screeches from the Grievers as they get closer and closer to the Glade. "No no no no no no no, this can't happen, NOT AGAIN!!"

I don't even realise the words are coming from me. They just tumble out my mouth, the only articulation of the pure terror coursing through me. Dimly I hear Alby's terrified voice screaming for me to get up, but his words come to me like I'm submerged at the bottom of a pool, disjointed, muffled, and very far away.

Then someone drops to their knees in front of me and grabs me by the shoulders, forcing me up and making me look into their eyes. Through the thick veil of fog that screens my vision, I can vaguely make out Chuck, his round, boyish face streaked with terrified tears. Then his mouth moves and I just make out his words, "Please, Y/N. I'm scared. I need my sister".

I blink, a small part of my mind fighting the numbing terror that fills me and slowly I beat back the haze that keeps me locked in position. Then in a rush, the sounds around me come crashing down in a wave, and I stagger to my feet, looking wildly around at the terrified boys gathering around us and looking to me to tell them what to do.

"Y/N" Alby says, his voice grim and tight with fear, "Tell us what to do, you've fought these things".

"Right right, fighting" I mutter, taking the arrows Chuck hands to me and shoving them into my quiver, then my brain kicks into gear and I yell over the noise, "EVERYONE GRAB WHATEVER YOU CAN USE TO FIGHT!! SLICERS AND BUILDERS, GET YOUR KNIVES, SAWS, HAMMERS AND ANYTHING YOU CAN USE!! TRACK-HOES, GRAB ANYTHING SHARP!! SPREAD OUT THE WEAPONS!! EVERYONE NEEDS SOMETHING!! THE GRIEVERS HAVE ONE WEAK POINT. THERE'S A LIGHT ON THEIR BELLY THAT SHOWS WHERE A LEVER IS, PULL THE LEVER AND THEY'LL SHUT DOWN! NOW MOVE IT!!"

The boys all split up, racing to grab whatever weapons they can, then the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end as a low thundering rumble joins the clamour of sound. "THEY'RE CHARGING!!" I scream, and turning towards the East Door, I see the first of the Grievers burst into the Glade.

I freeze for a brief second when I see the nightmarish monsters tearing through my home, their glistening skin punctured by various torture devices and spikes, throwing chunks of grass and dirt into the air behind them as they charge through the Glade.

Then I shake my head and move, running straight at the Grievers. Ripping an arrow from my quiver I send it flying towards the first Griever, closely followed by four more, the silver heads flashing in the sun as they bear down on the creatures.