Trapped (Full Story)

Chapter 7

*Alby's P.O.V.*

It had been six months since we arrived in the Glade.

With my help, Nick and I ran the glade smoothly, making sure everyone did their part until we got out of this shucking hell hole.

As I was walking around on patrol, Fry comes up to me. "Hey Alby, I gotta talk to you about something." I nod my head and follow him to his food supplies.

Everything was stacked nicely, everything in groups and  all that.

"What's wrong Fry? If this is to complain about the food we always get, suck it up cause I ain't those slinthead creators!" I say, glaring at him.

Fry shakes his head and replies: "I'm not jacked Alby! And you know I don't bug out about what I have In my kitchen besides those shucking beetle blades! What I brought you here for is cause I noticed some of my food is going missing. A small amount each few days! Either someone's taking second helpings or this is some cruel joke that I don't shucking like." He growled and I took a new Interest in the supplies.

"Every few days huh?" I ask. Fry nods his head and says: "Just noticed some more disappeared this mornin!" I nod my head as I listen. "How frequent are the supplies taken?" I ask.

"Every two or three days! I'm guessing they tried to be sneaky about it." He answers.

"And how long has this been going on?" I ask.

"About two weeks. Maybe longer, but that's when I noticed it. Shook It off at first. Now It's just making me think I'm jacked!"

"I'll go tell Nick about this," I say before walking away to find Nick.

"Hey Nick, seems we got a food thief." I say as I come up. Nick nods his head before looking back at what the builders were taking care of.

"Can you handle It Alby? Gally and the builders are having trouble. Again." Nick complained, rolling his eyes.

I nodded my head and walked off to think of a plan.

This was going to be fun.