Trapped (Full Story)

Chapter 8

*y/n P.O.V., same time as Alby*

It's been two months since I've arrived in the Glade.

I officially gave up on thinking I'd go home.

The past months have consisted of me sneaking around and snatching food and supplies. If I ever needed to take a bath, I would use the pond, quickly doing what I had to.  I never allowed myself to make a fire, scared that the gladers will wonder why there's smoke and then be discovered.

I ran out of supplies again today.

That means I have to go back and raid Fry's kitchen.

I once again wait for everyone to fall asleep before I walk to the kitchen in my disguise.

I first go to the gardens, picking some fruit that the track-hoes missed.

As I'm picking tomatoes, I hear deep breathing come from behind me. Then, a wet nose touches my arm.

"Hi Bark," I whisper, smiling as I pet the black lab.

He had found me when I first came to the gardens. He was a sweet dog and I loved playing with him.

"Hey, I'll be back alright? I gotta get more supplies," I say, getting up and walking to the kitchen with Bark close behind.

He stopped a few yards from the kitchen, having been taught to stay out.

I sneak in and begin to grab some food. A few minutes later and as I'm standing up, someone grabs me from behind and knocks me to the ground, the wind being knocked out of me.

"I got 'em!" The person on top of me said.

I got my wits back together and started fighting, wiggling my way out of their grasp. I finally got a hand free and hit their nose, making them yelp in pain. I kick them off of me and jump up, running to the door.

Someone grabbed my arm and I flipped them off of me. "Woah! Didn't know I could do that!" I thought before turning back towards the door.

Something hit my knee on the way out tho and I yelped as I heard something rip.

I ignored the pain and ran Into the deadheads, back into my clearing.

Crap.

This isn't good.

At all.