He looked down, saw that his hands and legs were shaking, and he suddenly felt freezing cold. “What have I done?” he mumbled, but the others didn’t say a word.
Hey, back to me, guys. I’m supposed to be traumatized, and you’re supposed to be making me feel better. So far, you suck at it.
It’s for the best. Thanks for being my friends. Goodbye.
It was a strange world. But Thomas was alive, and he lived.
If she tried to speak, it would all come out: Her pain, her fear. Her anger. Her tears. And then her efforts to be strong for the boy would have been for naught. So she kept it in, a dam against a raging river.
Chuck seemed deep in thought. “Well, they found a dead Griever, right?” “Yeah,” Newt replied. “Thanks for that bit of news.” Chuck absently tapped his fork against the table for a few seconds. “Well, then who killed the stupid thing?” Excellent question, Thomas thought. He waited for Newt to answer, but nothing came. He obviously didn’t have a clue.
I wrote the lies of my farewell with two fingers.
I’d go with you,” the boy said in a far too jovial voice, “but I don’t wanna die a gruseome death.
They were boys, all of them – some young, some older. Thomas didn’t know what he’d expected, but seeing those faces puzzled him. They were just teenagers.
Klunk’s another word for poo. Poo makes a klunk sound when it falls in our pee pots.” Thomas looked at Chuck, unable to believe he was having this conversation. “That’s nice” was all he could manage.
So he was going to get stung by a Griever. Go through the Changing. On purpose.
Now you know what bloody lurks in the Maze, my friend. Now you know this isn’t joke time. You’ve been sent to the Glade, Greenie, and we’ll be expectin’ ya to survive and help us do what we’ve been sent here to do.
Tomorrow, his training would begin. Tomorrow, he could start helping them find that missing something. Right then Thomas made a decision. Forget all the weird stuff. Forget all the bad things. Forget it all. He wouldn’t quit until he’d solved the puzzle and found a way home.
His joy dribbled away, turned into a deep mourning for the twenty people who’d lost their lives. Despite the alternative, despite knowing that if they hadn’t tried to escape, all of them might’ve died, it still hurt, even though he hadn’t known them very well. Such a display of death – how could it be considered a victory?
Though something told him there was a better chance of Gally bringing him flowers than of passing a day in the Glade with nothing strange happening.
I was the last one to come through. Did everyone make it?” “We were lining up and counting off nice and easy till you came stumbling through like a doped-up bull,” Minho responded.
There’s always hope. Always. You just never know what life – or death – might bring. I think we’ve all seen that the world is a little more complicated than we ever could have imagined.
Saving you was worth losing what we might’ve had.
Thomas felt his spirits lift, but immediately squashed them back down. Getting his hopes up was something he’d sworn never to do again. Not until all this was over.
Oddly, one of the first thoughts that popped into Michael’s mind was why didn’t these animals mind cooking their friends? Though maybe geese and chickens weren’t on the same social level.