Stay smart and run. Sounds like a sweet life.
For some reason, he was different from everyone else in the Glade. He felt like he’d lived an entire lifetime since awakening from his memory wipe, but he’d only been there a week.
I know you,” Gally added without looking back. “I saw you in the Changing, and I’m gonna figure out who you are.
The world is changing.
Fine,” he said after a long stare down with his leader. “But if they do jump you and slit your throat, we’ll get along just fine without ya.” “Thanks for the kind words, hermano.
What did we do differently?” “I don’t know. It’s kind of hard to ask a dead guy what he did wrong.
And despite the fact that they all had their eyes open, every one of them looked dead.
Burn me – you grew some nice-sized eggs over night, now didn’t ya?
I’m gonna kill you, shuck-face!
Why are we up here?” Mark asked. Alec pointed a finger at him. “Because it’s what you do when someone comes to your house and attacks your people. You fight back. I’m not going to let these bloodsuckers get away with that crap.
Why isn’t anybody here?” Minho asked. He turned in a circle, searching the place. “If they’re holding people in there, why no guards?
But what about all those dead people we saw? Maybe they rescued us for real, got killed, and now we’re screwed. Maybe we were supposed to do something, but now it’s all been messed up and we’ve been left here to die.
Losing parts of your memory didn’t make you an idiot.
Nice to meet ya, shank,” the boy said. “Welcome to the Glade.
Michael literally couldn’t remember the last time he had seen his parents.
Filling a place with people who had no hope and knew they were about to descend into a rotten, horrific spiral of insanity ended up creating some of the most wretched anarchic zones ever known to man.
Look at the Greenbean,” a scratchy voice said; Thomas couldn’t see who it came from. “Gonna break his shuck neck checkin’ out the new digs.” Several boys laughed. “Shut your hole, Gally,” a deeper voice responded.
But Thomas knew they were not, of course, ghosts. They were the people who’d sent them all to the Glade. The people who’d taken their lives away from them. The Creators.
He’s right it does not matter anymore because the people we were before the maze they don’t even exist anymore what does matter is who we are now and what we do right now.
Thomas was sick of being accused of knowing things.