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Thomas
was
annoyed
at
Minho
's
constant
negativity
.
"
Oh
,
come
on
--
there
has
to
be
something
we
can
do
.
How
many
Grievers
'll
come
at
us
?
"
He
peered
down
the
corridor
that
led
deeper
into
the
Maze
,
as
if
expecting
the
creatures
to
arrive
then
,
summoned
by
the
sound
of
their
name
.
"
I
do
n't
know
.
"
A
thought
sprang
into
Thomas
's
mind
,
giving
him
hope
.
"
But
...
what
about
Ben
?
And
Gally
,
and
others
who
've
been
stung
and
survived
?
"
Minho
glanced
up
at
him
with
a
look
that
said
he
was
dumber
than
cow
klunk
.
"
Did
n't
you
hear
me
?
They
made
it
back
before
sunset
,
you
dong
.
Made
it
back
and
got
the
Serum
.
All
of
them
.
"
Thomas
wondered
about
the
mention
of
a
serum
,
but
had
too
many
other
questions
to
get
out
first
.
"
But
I
thought
the
Grievers
only
came
out
at
night
.
"
"
Then
you
were
wrong
,
shank
.
They
always
come
out
at
night
.
That
does
n't
mean
they
never
show
up
during
the
day
.
"
Thomas
would
n't
allow
himself
to
give
in
to
Minho
's
hopelessness
--
he
did
n't
want
to
give
up
and
die
just
yet
.
"
Has
anyone
ever
been
caught
outside
the
walls
at
night
and
lived
through
it
?
"
"
Never
.
"
Thomas
scowled
,
wishing
he
could
find
one
little
spark
of
hope
.
"
How
many
have
died
,
then
?
"
