I find myself in my own room, sharing it with Newt, Minho, Thomas, Kate, Mal, Clint, Jeff, Frypan and Alby. There aren't nearly enough rooms for everyone, so it is a bit crowded, but there was no where else for everyone to go. The sleeping bags everyone brought are now scattered around on the floor, most pushed towards the back of the room, away from the window. Kate, Mal and I had decided to sleep on the floor too, feeling guilty for being the only ones with a bed. Plus, if we needed to get away quickly, I'd rather not have to try and climb down off of my bunk half asleep.

"So the greenie girl?" I ask trying to get the story straight. I had heard to many different stories from too many different people.

"Yes, she kicked me, escaped the med-jack room, found Thomas and is now in the slammer." Jeff recites without waiting for my full question. I had heard he'd been involved in the ordeal.

"Explained that a couple times today?" I ask, laughing at the familiar way in which he'd said it.

"Ya think?"

"What's her name?" I ask, oddly curious.

"Teresa." Thomas says, speaking up for the first time in a while. "Her name is Teresa."

A strange look passes over Newt's face, and I wonder what it could be about, but elect to Ignore it for now. I have plenty to worry about. The rest of the group gets into an argument about whether or not Teresa should be trusted, but I tune them out. It doesn't matter. For the record I don't trust her, but right now, we have more important things to worry about. Things like grievers.

The conversation pauses for a moment, and I can just make out the distant moan of the approaching beasts. It makes me shiver. I wonder how long it will take them to reach the glade. An hour? Two? Three? It's misery.

"I wish they would just hurry up and get it over with." Kate says with a shudder.

"No you don't." I reply flatly. I know what she means, sometimes the waiting is the hardest part, the terror gradually building as each second passes by, your mind slowly tearing itself apart. I experienced that firsthand in the maze, but one thought of a griever and I can't bring myself to agree. I would rather wait in misery than face another griever.

"Maybe they won't come at all." Mal suggests, leaning her head on Newt's shoulder. I wish I could share in her optimism.

"What do you think they will do?"

"If they get in? Kill us all." Minho answers, his voice emotionless. He's seen the grievers up close, knows what they are capable of.

"Well aren't you bloody cheery." Newt scolds, shaking his head. Once again the room grows eerily quiet, everyone anxiously awaiting the inevitable. The silence last for an hour before the first sound escapes the maze.

A low, unearthly moan echoes through the homestead, sending chills down my spine. Minho pulls me backwards into his lap where he leans against the back wall, but even his strong arms do little to calm the anxiety building in my chest. I shudder as goose bumps spread across my skin, the metallic clicking and whirring growing ever closer.

"We need to study the maps." Thomas mutters, fidgeting with the knife in his lap. Alby's eyes light up, like he's had an idea.

"I'll go. right now, the map rooms as safe as here." Alby says standing quickly.

"Alby are you bloody insane? You can't go now." Newt says, mirroring my thoughts exactly. Well he did get stung.

"You guys are the ones who are giving me all this klunk about getting out, now don't get mad cause I'm listening." He says, and with that, Alby leaves the room before we have a chance to stop him.

"It'll be ok, he should have plenty of time to make it there before they come, and as long as he locks the door, he might actually be safer than us." I say, trying to comfort a troubled Newt. I kick myself for not thinking of that first, we should have all stayed in the map room, but there wouldn't have been enough room for everyone and I couldn't have sat safely in there while everyone else took their chances in the homestead.

"We to need sleep while we still have a chance." Newt says, instead of replying to my statement. I laugh out loud, wondering how anyone would be able to sleep through this. He appears to be serious however, as he gets up and flips off the lights.

"He's right, we might need our energy." Minho says, picking up an unzipped sleeping bag and wrapping it around us both.

"You can't be serious? How am I supposed to sleep?" I ask.

"Just bloody try Skylar, at least rest." Newt sighs, tilting his head back against the opposite wall. I sigh too, giving up and curling sideways to lay my head on Minho's chest. I find the darkness of the room to be surprisingly calming, making my exhaustion all the more evident, it's been a long day for everyone.

Eventually I do fall into a restless sleep, waking up every few hours to listen for the grievers. It's about four thirty in the morning when I wake up again, slightly surprised at still being alive.Minho breathes steadily beside me, sleeping sitting up against the wall. Newt also sleeps sitting up, with Mal laying against his shoulder. Everyone else lays scattered around the floor either sleeping or resting, quietly staring up at the ceiling. This time however, the sound of the grievers is closer, much closer. I'm startled by the loud sound of metal clicking against stone. The grievers are in the glade.

"They're here." I say, two ominous words echoing in the dark. Soon everyone is awake, no longer able to ignore the sounds of approaching grievers.

"Shhh......" Newt says motioning for everyone to move to the back of the room. We stand silently against the back wall as the grievers reach the homestead. For a second the whirring and clicking stops completely, then they start climbing the walls. Ripping into the wooden boards, sending saw dust flying through the air.

Suddenly the door flies open, and I start, half expecting to see a terrified Chuck, or a regretful Alby, but instead, standing in the door way is the one and only Gally.

"You shuck-faces might not understand it but I do." Gally says, then heads straight for the window, ripping off the hastily nailed up boards. I can hear the griever on the other side of the window, trying desperately to claw its way inside.

"Gally stop what are you doing?!" Newt whisper yells, running to pull Gally away from the window. Gally jerks his arm back, elbowing Newt in the face, who goes crashing to the ground.

"Newt!" Mal screams, rushing forwards to him. He gets up, holding his bleeding nose and makes his way back to us, unable to stop Gally's rampage.

"I know who you are!" Gally screams, pointing at Thomas, "I just don't care anymore, I can only do what's right." With that he rips away the last board, leaving room for the grievers squirming body to reach inside.

"Listen to me!" Gally yells, so loudly that even the griever stops moving, as if wanting to hear what he has to say. "They'll take one each night, slowly killing us off one at a time." He says, and with that he jumps out the window and into the grievers pulsating body. Immediately it detaches from the window, dropping onto the floor of the glade.

I rush to the window and watch it go, followed closely by the other grievers, back into the maze. Suddenly I notice a dark figure bouncing along behind the grievers. I swivel my head to the side, searching the room.

"Shuck it Minho what are you doing!" I scream, tearing out of the room and jumping down the stairs. I sprint after him, screaming for him to stop. Running into the maze, I follow him and the grievers, trying to catch him before he catches them. Panting, I round the corner just in time to see three grievers launching over the end of the cliff, Gally's body still in their grasp. They disappear in mid-air, right where the griever hole should be.

"What on earth are you doing?" I yell, finally catching up to Minho, who stands near the edge of the cliff. "Seriously what the shuck is wrong with you?" Got a death wish?"

"Had to make sure." He gasps, breathless after keeping up with the grievers. I roll my eyes and sit down in the middle of the maze, trying to catch my own breath.

"We better go back." Minho says, pulling me to my feet. Much to my annoyance, he takes off running before I have time to think of a sarcastic comeback. Left with no other options, I angrily follow behind him, currently annoyed at the world and everybody in it.

"What the shuck you two! trying to commit double suicide?" Newt asks, when we make it back to the glade.

"No some idiot wanted to make sure the grievers really go off the cliff, and I followed him." I answer.

"And do they?"

"Yep.... guys, this could be our way out."