Calm down, boy. We’ve been in a lot tougher situations than this,” Alec answered. “Just find something – anything – you can get your hands on and bang away at somebody’s head if they come charging.
It felt like his head was spinning faster than his body, and his stomach flipped over with the dizziness.
You have a pretty nose. I really want a nose again.
Of course we care,” Thomas answered. “But what do you want us to do about it?” “Hey, all I know is that WICKED has one directive – to find a cure. And it’s pretty obvious that’s never gonna happen. If we had their money, their resources, we could use it to really help. To protect the healthy. I thought you’d want that.” Thomas did, of course. Desperately. Gally shrugged when no one responded.
Strangely enough, he felt his fear whisked away like a swarm of gnats caught in the wind, replaced by an intense curiosity.
She squeezed his in response. “There are over two hundred of us and we’re all immune. It’ll be a good start.” Thomas looked over at her, suspicious at how sure she sounded – like she knew something he didn’t. “What’s that supposed to mean?” She leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek, then the lips. “Nothing. Nothing at all.” Thomas put it all out of his mind and pulled her closer as the last wink of the sun’s light vanished below the horizon.
Brenda found his hand, squeezed it. Once again, Thomas felt a ridiculous surge of guilt, like he was cheating on Teresa. He couldn’t help that this girl was so touchy-feely.
Real piece of work, this guy. I’ve gotta get one of those shuck suits. Fancy stuff.
And who knew what obstacle might spring up next? Or had the girls planned something else for him?
The world, the people I work for” – he gestured to nothing in particular all around him – “it’s all turned my heart into a small lump of black coal.
Come get me! It’s all fading... I’m forgetting everything but you.
Despite everything he’d learned and witnessed firsthand, it called to him as much as hunger or thirst. A movement up on the left wall of the South Door caught his attention. Startled, he reacted quickly, looking just in time to see a flash of silver. A patch of ivy shook.
It was as if the buildings were alive, growing right before their eyes as they got closer.
Listen, I’m not... Oh man, this is crazy. I can’t do this.
It was a folder, marked as plainly as the rest, practically lost within a list of a hundred others that were empty. It was titled KILL ORDER.
You shanks are driving me nuts. Can’t get out of the Maze, and this idea of hanging with the Grievers at their bachelor pad sounds as stupid as anything I’ve ever heard in my life. Might as well slit our wrists.
You met or new friend?” Minho responded, a smirk flashing across his face. “Real piece of work, this guy. I’ve gotta get one of those shuck suits. Fancy stuff.
Thomas stood there, sorting through his options. The irony wasn’t lost on him. He’d escaped WICKED only to be held at gunpoint by an average everyday city worker.
His nose was the size of a small fist and resembled a deformed potato.
It’s like we’re mice in a maze.