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“Nice to meet ya, shank,” the boy said. “Welcome to the Glade.”
“If you ain’t scared,” Alby said, “you ain’t human.
He realised that Chuck might actually be his only friend in the world.
He tried to grasp the memory, hold on to it, complete the picture with faces, names, a place, but it faded into obscurity.
More than anything else, perhaps, he felt . . . sad.
Ironically, the feeling that things would be okay made him slightly uneasy.
Despite everything he’d learned and witnessed firsthand, it called to him as much as hunger or thirst.
He was surprised at having such a morbid thought.
How can they joke around? Thomas thought. The girl’s half dead. He felt sick inside.
You get lazy, you get sad. Start givin’ up. Plain and simple.”
He couldn’t leave a friend to die.
A fear he had never known filled him to the point of insanity.
“Are they changed because they want to go back to their old life, or is it because they’re so depressed at realising their old life was no better than what we have now?”
Minho looked at Thomas. “I nominate this shank to replace me as Keeper of the Runners.”
“Worked, didn’t it? Aim high, hit low. Thank me later.”
Minho had been right. Soon, Thomas would be the best Runner.
don’t feel bad about crying. Ever.”
“Of course you do, shank. You need me to explain the birds and bees?” Thomas’s heart hurt – he could remember getting that lecture, but not who’d given it to him.
For the first time, he felt something for Chuck that made him so angry he wanted to kill somebody. The boy should be in school, in a home, playing with neighbourhood kids. He deserved to go home at night to a family who loved him, worried about him. A mum who made him take a shower every day and a dad who helped him with homework.
But happiness had been ripped from their lives. Love had been ripped from their lives.
And Thomas meant it. He felt it burn in his heart.
“Then let’s go runnin’.”
“Bread crumbs,” Minho replied. “I’m Hansel, you’re Gretel.”
Everything about this place was fake.
“The Griever Hole.”
The Maze is a code, Tom. The Maze is a code.
“And I’m scared.” “So am I, trust me.”
WICKED is good
“I’d go with you,” the boy said in a far too jovial voice, “but I don’t wanna die a gruesome death.”
Maybe we were lovers,
FLOAT CATCH BLEED DEATH STIFF PUSH
An idea had just occurred to him. A horrible, terrible, awful idea. The worst idea in the history of horrible, terrible, awful ideas.
felt memories flood into his thoughts. Everything else turned into pain.
You’re lucky I don’t give you a big kiss.” “Please don’t do that, Chuck.”
You hated me? He was thrilled she’d cared so much about him. She paused. That’s just my way of saying I would’ve killed you if you’d died.
Thomas hated the pain in her voice – he could feel it in his mind.
Like I said, they wanted to test us, see how we’d react to what they call the Variables, and to a problem that has no solution. See if we could work together – build a community, even. Everything was provided for us, and the problem was laid out as one of the most common puzzles known to civilisation – a maze.
And we’ve kept fighting no matter how hopeless it’s got.”
The Creators wanted to keep our minds working towards a solution that was never there.
“It was hidden in the wall movements of the Maze for a reason. I should know – I was there when the Creators did it.”
“Teresa and I helped design the Maze. We helped create the whole thing.”
The odds of everyone surviving were slim.
Alby remembered how awful his life was before he came here, and he didn’t want to go back.
If we’re gonna die, let’s freakin’ do it fighting.”
Newt got in his face and spoke in an angry rasp of a whisper. “Yeah, I especially loved the bit where you volunteered to get yourself killed.”
“If you really did help design the Maze, Tommy, it’s not your fault. You’re a kid – you can’t help what they forced you to do.”
“I just . . . feel like I need to save everyone. To redeem myself.”
World In Catastrophe: Killzone Experiment Department.
“Be careful,” he said dryly. “Don’t die.”
After two years of being treated like mice, tonight we’re making a stand. Tonight we’re taking the fight back to the Creators, no matter what we have to go through to get there. Tonight the Grievers better be scared.”
