The Kill Order (The Maze Runner #4)

by James Dashner

It’d been a while since he’d exerted so much energy, and getting the tar beaten out of him by a bunch of trees was an absolute first.

The fire roared, at least ten feet wide with its tongues of flame licking far up into the air, almost threatening the lower limbs of the trees surrounding it.

Misty tendrils of smoke bled along the ground at their feet, and the smell of burning wood laced the air.

The dreams came. The memories. More vivid than ever before. As if the depth of his exhaustion had created the perfect canvas for them.

A fine soldier is always scared. Makes you normal. It’s how you respond to it that makes or breaks you.”

“You know who invented those things, right? Maybe we should call this one Thomas.”