Trapped (Full Story)

Chapter 3

I had to admit, I looked like a pretty ugly boy. But a boy nonetheless.

I then waited for nightfall so that no one would see me. Waiting hasn't ever been one of my favorites. But I'm used to it. I also had to hope none of them were light sleepers. But considering my luck, that wouldn't happen.

When it was finally past twelve, I snuck through the forest and made my way to the homestead.

The whole Glade looked very similar to how it was in the movie. I knew it In-and-out. Better that the back of my hand!

I easily made my way to Frypan's kitchen and began to grab supplies, making sure to have enough that they'd last me at least a few days. I also had to make sure I didn't take too much so he wouldn't notice some were missing.

Now the hammock and weapons part. I knew about the secret compartment in the storage, so I would have to get that.

But I'd need keys. I groaned inwardly.

I set my pack near the edge of the deadheads and then made my way Into the homestead. I made sure to avoid making too much noise as to not wake up the sleeping gladers.

I quickly snuck up to the second level and began to look around for Alby or Minho's room. I have a faint remembrance that Alby's room was one of the farthest, so that's where I check first.

Eventually I found Alby's room and easily saw his keys on the bed stand.

I slowly slid them off, clutching the keys together to keep them from jingling. I successfully did it, but stepped on a creaky floorboard as I turned around.

I froze in place and slowly turned my head to face Alby. He groaned and shifted in the bed, his back going to face me.

I sigh In relief and then quickly got outta there! I then did my best to quickly and quietly get into the supplies closet, grabbing a small first aid kit, an extra hammock, a knife, a machete, some rope, a bow, and a quiver of arrows.

That should do it.