(Alex's POV)
It was now late night and I sat in bed, book open in lap when I heard yelling coming from outside. Grabbing a book mark I placed it in the novel, quickly closing it and strode outside.
My eyes widened in horror as everyone was running around in a panic. Half the Glade was in flames and Gladers were chased down and killed by... grievers.
The walls, still open.
'This is bad' I said to myself.
Suddenly it hit me. My heart stopped for a minute when I realize Thomas was still in the Slammer.
''Thomas!'' My voice rang out across the Glade.
I ran in direction of the Slammer when I heard his voice.
'' Help! Somebody get me out!''
...
"Come on!'' Thomas took my hand as I led him out of the Slammer.
''We need to find Gally!'' I said, my hands were shaking, and my heart was beating really fast.
''What? "Gally's probably dead''
''It's Gally. I know Gally is beyond reason, but he is my friend.''
We started searching frantically for them. But when we didn't get an answer from Newt, Alby, Gally or Minho.
So I started running in any direction to try and find them.
The sound of Gladers screaming and grievers screeching made me grew more desperate.
I finally caught sight of Gally. But his clothes were torn and filthy. He just dropped to his knees and stayed there in the middle of the Glade.
Thomas and I watched as Gally pointed at Thomas with a bloody finger. "You," he said with a sneer. "It's all your fault!"
I ran over to him wanting to pull him into a tight hug but only to be stopped when a Griever landed in front of me. I stopped in a crouching position a couple feet away from it.
''Alex!''
Bloody hell.