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"Thomas!" I nearly yelled and snatched the med kit. I fumbled with it until Rhys came over. He took the gauze and started to wrap her injuries but Newt stopped him. "The cut-" His voice was thick with emotion. "It'll get infected." I winced. "Right."
I poured the liquid, which probably stung because Gears shifted in pain.

((DANGGG ITTT I WANNA SEE))

I rushed back into the tent, kneeling next to Gears. "You're alive." I said furiously, but relieved. Obviously. I held her head and put my forehead to hers. "You're going to get our of here alive, okay?"

((YYAHAAHAAHAHAHA YAAASSSSSSSSS)))

I ran with Thomas, ducking under trees and trying my best to not make noise.
Thomas nearly tripped but I held his elbow. We reached a broken hut and I entered. "Oh shuck." I whispered, quietly rummaging.
"Here." Thomas hissed. "I found one."
We ran back with a first aid. I cautiously looked around for Grievers but they looked gone? It was empty.

"No. It. Is. Not." I snarled, now upset. "No it isn't." I said again and leaped up. Thomas reached for me but I recoiled. "Let me go with you."
I slowly softened. "Alright."

"Gears." I said softly. "You need to be patched up."

"No." I said firmly, not wasting another second to let my adrenaline fade. "I'm going."

"She- needs a med jacks packet of first aid." I whispered to Newt. "I'm going to get it."

There were a few screams here and there, the crackling of fire, and blood all over me until everything stopped. Everything
"What happened?" Teresa blurted. I whipped my head to her, my face red with anger, and tears already threatening to fall. "Shut up." I hissed.

I quickly turned Gears on her side so she wouldn't choke on blood- or vomit.
"You're okay." I sobbed. "You're okay."
Newt ran over and easily picked her up, limping into the trees. Thomas, Minho, Gally, Rhys, Chuck and the new girl- Teresa were running towards the trees.

"No!" I cried again and then ran as fast as I could, gripping Gear's knife and straddling the Griever from the back, adrenaline coursing through me. I stabbed it so many times, I lost count.

"NO!!" I shrieked, finally crying. I crumpled to the floor and cried, Gladers being whisked from the tent here and there. It's that new girls fault. I thought bitterly. I had just lost my- best friend. Shock took over and I glanced up at Newt. He was motionless, just standing there. I pulled him down, crouching next to him so he wouldn't get yanked.
"She wouldn't want you to kill yourself, shuckface." I sobbed as Rhys covered his arms over me.

"No- GEARS!" Newt yelled, pulling on her legs. I helped him, trying my best to be calm. Those demonic scorpion-like robots were terrifying.

One snatched a familiar body and I screamed. Alby? "ALBY!" Everyone screamed at once.

I stifle a gasp and breathe hard, looking around in fear. Who was caught? I want to ask. Suddenly a random glader is snatched from the roof and thrown. Everyone screams and multiple gladers are being snatched from the roof.

((yah same im eating haha))

"ho-how are they in the Glade?" I nearly choked. The doors. They never closed.

"What?" I ask to myself and then sit up, spilling the water on my legs. "Oops."
I sigh and get up, realizing it's already pretty late. I start walking and then freeze when I hear something clicking behind me.

((IKRRRRRRRR))