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Minho
stared
at
the
ground
,
crouched
with
one
forearm
on
a
knee
.
He
was
clearly
exhausted
,
almost
in
a
daze
.
"
At
least
twelve
.
Have
n't
you
been
to
the
graveyard
?
"
"
Yeah
.
"
So
that
's
how
they
died
,
he
thought
.
"
Well
,
those
are
just
the
ones
we
found
.
There
are
more
whose
bodies
never
showed
up
.
"
Minho
pointed
absently
back
toward
the
sealed-off
Glade
.
"
That
freaking
graveyard
's
back
in
the
woods
for
a
reason
.
Nothing
kills
happy
time
more
than
being
reminded
of
your
slaughtered
friends
every
day
.
"
Minho
stood
and
grabbed
Alby
's
arms
,
then
nodded
toward
his
feet
.
"
Grab
those
smelly
suckers
.
We
got
ta
carry
him
over
to
the
Door
.
Give
'em
one
body
that
's
easy
to
find
in
the
morning
.
"
Thomas
could
n't
believe
how
morbid
a
statement
that
was
.
"
How
can
this
be
happening
!
"
he
screamed
to
the
walls
,
turning
in
a
circle
.
He
felt
close
to
losing
it
once
and
for
all
.
"
Quit
your
crying
.
You
should
've
followed
the
rules
and
stayed
inside
.
Now
come
on
,
grab
his
legs
.
"
Wincing
at
the
growing
cramps
in
his
gut
,
Thomas
walked
over
and
lifted
Alby
's
feet
as
he
was
told
.
They
half
carried
,
half
dragged
the
almost-lifeless
body
a
hundred
feet
or
so
to
the
vertical
crack
of
the
Door
,
where
Minho
propped
Alby
up
against
the
wall
in
a
semi-sitting
position
.
Alby
's
chest
rose
and
fell
with
struggled
breaths
,
but
his
skin
was
drenched
in
sweat
;
he
looked
like
he
would
n't
last
much
longer
.
"
Where
was
he
bitten
?
"
Thomas
asked
.
"
Can
you
see
it
?
"
"
They
do
n't
freaking
bite
you
.
They
prick
you
.
And
no
,
you
ca
n't
see
it
.
There
could
be
dozens
all
over
his
body
.
"
Minho
folded
his
arms
and
leaned
against
the
wall
.
