The Trigger (A Newt fanfiction)

Chapter 8

The group immediately breaks up and we go in search of weapons. I have the grueling job of picking up weapons among the Glade, and I can't help but think of those that died while holding them.

I gather up a bunch of spears, until I can't carry anymore. I proceed to the the lunch hall, where Harriet told us to put the weapons at. From there we could easily get a weapon as mannerly as possible.

I set the weapons down on a table, when I hear someone weeping. I look to my left, and see a girl squatting in the corner of the room. She has brown curly hair that reaches just below her shoulders.

I walk over to her carefully, at an attempt to not startle her. She glances over her shoulder, and soft blue eyes wet with tears lock with my gaze. She looks to be about thirteen years old, and I don't even know her name.

"Hey, you alright?" I quietly ask the sobbing girl.

She quickly wipes her eyes, and straightens up her back. "Nothing."

I sit down beside her. "Come on. Tell me."

Her lip quivers, and her eyes water. "My friend died."

Just what I suspected. "Don't worry," I assure her. "We're gonna make WICKED pay."

She looks at me. "You mean, kill them?"

"Yes," I reply.

She stares at the ground. "I'm tired of people dying. Why can't we just all live peace?"

"Unfortunately that's not how the world is."

"Yeah, I see that now..." she mumbles.

"I'm Maya," I tell her, changing the subject.

"Amber," she says.

"Nice to meet you," I say, holding out a hand.

She glances at it, but then gets up and walks away.

I get up and sigh. I need to work on my talking skills.

I decide to go find Harriet and tell her the weapons are ready for selection. When I find her, she is conversing with Sonya.

"The weapons are ready," I tell her.

She looks at me and nods, a defiant look on her face. "We're gonna have one last meeting before we leave."

We all circle around each other in the middle of the Glade, since the Holding Hut was obliterated by the Grievers. "Listen up!" Harriet yells, her voice booming across the empty Glade. "Everyone needs to grab a weapon. We are getting out of this damn place, and we need to be prepared for whatever is out there!"

"Everyone will be required to partner up with one other person," Sonya adds. I look over at Newt. We know.

"Okay. Now, everyone grab a weapon and meet us by the gate," Harriet says, then starts jogging to the maze entrance.

I glance at Newt. This is it. We're gonna get out of here. I hope.

I jog over and grab my weapon of choice, preferably a very sharp spear. I test out my grip by swinging it in the air a few times. Everyone else grabs their weapon and we meet by the entrance of the Maze. Newt stands beside me, his weapon gripped firmly in his hand.

I see Amber not too far from me. She looks very nervous. I want to tell her some reassuring words, but how could I when I'm slightly scared myself?

"Are we ready?" Harriet asks, her voice booming.

Everyone answers with a firm 'yes'. Harriet nods. We all begin walking into the Maze. At first it's silent. But then we hear eerie sounds echoing off the walls.