When night falls in the glade, we are all huddled up in the homestead.

The windows blocked, but that didn't stop us from hearing the clicks and whirls of the Grievers.

I sit next to Newt, it's dark and cold in here, but we are all so tightly packed into this room that we warm each other.

Every few minuets a Griever comes to the homestead and rolls around making its weird noises.

Everyone's safe....so far.

......

A few hours pass and everyone's either asleep or falling asleep, including me.

My head rests on Newt's shoulder and I listen to his breathing, focusing on him and ignoring the beasts outside.

My eyes are really heavy now, I'll be asleep as soon as they drop.

Newt lays his head atop mine and soon my eyes finally fall.

...

I jump up suddenly, my sleep didn't last long.

Everyone else jumped up too.

It feels as if my ears are ringing, but then Newt whispers in my ear.

"They took someone." He says sadly.

That's when I realise it's not a ringing noise, it's a shrill scream coming from a younger boy.

He's been taken, we've failed, not everyone's going to make it through this alive.

.......

The next morning we all pile out, Newt and Alby are doing a head count.

"Who was it?" I ask Newt as he walks up to me.

"It was George." He sighs.

I didn't really know George, but I knew he was the funny boy, the one that made us all smile, he had dark short hair, and a roundish face, it's unfortunate he's gone.

"Oh." I frown.

"Well I guess this means we just need to try harder to keep the remaining safe." Newt says patting my shoulder.

I nod, but I know this isn't going to be easy.

.......

We get the windows to be doubly barricaded.

We split people up more into different rooms so they aren't near walls, but one still gets taken every night.

But tonight I've got a feeling we've got to do something.

We can't stay here anymore, maybe my dream about the cliff -and being taken down there- means something.

But right now we are just sitting, waiting for the Grievers, and hoping no one gets taken.

"Newt? I've got a feeling that we need to leave the glade." I whisper.

"Yeah, Tommy said that too." He replies, it's a good thing it's dark so that he can't see my blush of him mentioning Tommy.

I guess I like Tom now, now that we've kissed and hung out I think I would like to be with him, it's not like Newt would ever love me like that so why not Tom.

"Wirlk!" We hear from outside the room, Grievers are here.

We hear a screech, the room is filled with scared gasps.

The sound of a knife running along the thatched house, scratching and bouncing against the straw.

Then it gets to the window, the scrapes become louder, harder, then it stops.

The room falls silent, even more silent then it was.

"Do you think it's gone?" Someone whispered.

And just as someone else was about to answer there's a loud whack.

The wood on the window begins to wobble the more the creature whacks it.

The wood getting weaker, and the room becoming more tense.

It whacks at the wood again, a nail falls, then again, the wood begins to crack.

I reach back and grasp Newt's hand, he's my friend, he should be fine with it, especially in this situation.

He squeezes my hand when the wood cracks more.

Then Gally stands up.

"They're not going to stop till we're all dead, so why not let it take us!? It's better then sitting in here, fearing!!" He yells to us.

"Gally, sit down!" Newt whisper yells at him "You'll make it more aggressive!"

"It's going to take someone, so let it be me!!" He yells louder.

The wooden barricades smash open, revealing the slimey slug like machine.

"Take me!" Gally yells as he dives at it.

Newt and Thomas reach at him as he sinks into the sticky slime in its back.

Some other people get the broken wood and try to stab the creature.

"We won't let anyone be taken, not tonight!" Newt yells at Gally and the Griever.

"Let. Me. Die." Gally says with venom in his words.

The Griever sticks out its mechanical arms and starts snipping at people, it gets too much and Newt orders them to stop.

The Griever, with Gally, turns and rolls out of the Glade with a loud scream, and the rest of the giant metal slugs retreat with their prize, there prize of flesh, their prize, of Gally.

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Here you go:) as I promised.