"Charlotte!"
Newt yells as he rubs towards me, his limp barely noticeable.
"We need to get to safety!"
He yells as the grievers start to enter the glade.
He grips my hand and we all run to the homestead.
Once we are inside we all enter the one room, Newt and I locked in one anothers embrace as we hear the grievers. He locks his lips with mine and runs his fingers through my hair.
"We are going to be alright Charlotte"
He says and I believe him.
