The sounds of Grievers echo through the Glade. I freeze mid step. "Newt!" I scream. I can't find that shank anywhere. "Newt!" I scream again. I stumble blindly towards the Homestead to find it locked down. "Guys! Guys!" I yell. Nothing happens and the Griever sounds closer now. I sprint towards the Box, hoping against all hopes I can lock myself in there. "Newt!" I scream again.

I look around and see the Glade is deserted. "Newt!" I sob. "Newt!"

I collapse onto the Box and see three faces that are illuminated by a lone torch. "Newt?!" I ask. The Griever sounds close. "Newt please! Let me in!" I sob. I move off of the Box and Gally opens the flaps. I hop inside and collapse onto the floor. "Anne!" Newt exclaims. He hugs me close as the Griever slides over the Box. Slime leaks into the Box through the metal holes.

Gally walks toward us and gathers me into a hug. "God. I thought you were dead." He murmurs. I wrap my arms around my brother and squeeze. He lets me go and I turn to Newt. I collapse into his arms and sob into his chest. He shakes his head and pulls me closer. "Shhh." He comforts me softly. Here a small circles into my back. "It's okay. I'm here now." He says. You nod and press your lips to his softly, aware of your brother standing a few feet away.

He sits down with me and I rest my head in his chest. We sit like that without sleep until morning.