I knew we were dead when the Doors weren't closing. Teresa, Thomas, Newt, and I were sitting around Alby's bed with grim expressions when someone ran in and shouted that the Doors weren't closing.
Newt ordered everyone to board up the Homestead and take refuge there while he sent the Runners to go fetch weapons and the Grief Serum. I could tell that we would need it. Newt took a hold of my arm and stared into my eyes.
"No. Go to the Homestead," Newt said.
"What!?" I cried, yanking away from him. This was definitely not the time for an argument, but I could've cared less. I wasn't going to stand aside and watch my friends die. Not if I could do something about it.
"You are going to die if you go out there, Lizzy! I won't have that!"
"IT IS NOT UP TO YOU, NEWT!" I screamed and groaned with frustration. We were about to be eating alive by Grievers and this was all he could talk about.
"Is this about Ben? And like joining him in being idiotic and suicidal or something because I'm pretty sure you have a death wish," Newt whispered softly to me, his arms resting on my shoulders. The thought of Ben dying filled me up with rage, and I yanked myself away from Newt.
"Leave me alone. AND DON'T YOU EVER TALK ABOUT BEN LIKE THAT OR I WILL KILL YOU." And with that, I sprinted off with the other Runners on a mission to save the Glade-if that was even possible.
My knives were tucked in their bands around my legs, arms, and boots; my bow rested in my hand and my quiver was strapped to my back. I glanced behind me and saw Chuck shivering in the corner, his eyes shut, and his hands wrapped around a small object I couldn't quite make up. I considered going up to him but, Thomas beat me to it.
"Lizzy?" I hear a female voice behind me and turn around to give Teresa a reassuring smile.
"We'll be okay," I said. She nodded and then glanced back at Thomas, who was also staring at her from across the room.
"Teresa?" I wave my hand in front of her face until her attention turns back to me. "You alright?" She nodded again, gave me a smile, and then moved back to Thomas's side. I crouched near the door and leaned my ear against it; the moans and clicks of the Grievers were clear, but they weren't at the Homestead…yet.
I glanced back at the scared but determined Gladers. If a fight broke out, and I was sure it would, the boys, Teresa, and I wouldn't go down without a fight.
Returning my attention back to the door, I almost yelped when I felt a large clang against the Homestead well. I rolled backwards and raised myself up in a crouch, a knife in my hand. I raised a finger to my lips as a way of telling everyone to be quiet but, I didn't need to. Everyone was crouching as far away as they could from the shadow that was starting to move on top of the Homestead.
I snatched a spare spear from the top of a box and stood with the other Gladers; I hugged Chuck to me and then put him behind me. Chuck was too innocent, too young to die at such an age. We all were.
"We're going to make it," I whisper in his ear and then resume my position. But when the Griever leg pierced the feeble ceiling of the Homestead and snatched up a Glader, I knew that no matter what, those words were a lie.
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