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And
then
he
turned
and
ran
,
disappearing
in
seconds
,
swallowed
by
the
Maze
and
darkness
.
Thomas
stared
at
the
spot
where
Minho
had
vanished
.
A
sudden
dislike
for
the
guy
swelled
up
inside
him
.
Minho
was
a
veteran
in
this
place
,
a
Runner
.
Thomas
was
a
Newbie
,
just
a
few
days
in
the
Glade
,
a
few
minutes
in
the
Maze
.
Yet
of
the
two
of
them
,
Minho
had
broken
down
and
panicked
,
only
to
run
off
at
the
first
sign
of
trouble
.
How
could
he
leave
me
here
?
Thomas
thought
.
How
could
he
do
that
!
The
noises
grew
louder
.
The
roar
of
engines
interspersed
with
rolling
,
cranking
sounds
like
chains
hoisting
machinery
in
an
old
,
grimy
factory
.
And
then
came
the
smell
--
something
burning
,
oily
.
Thomas
could
n't
begin
to
guess
what
was
in
store
for
him
;
he
'd
seen
a
Griever
,
but
only
a
glimpse
,
and
through
a
dirty
window
.
What
would
they
do
to
him
?
How
long
would
he
last
?
Stop
,
he
told
himself
.
He
had
to
quit
wasting
time
waiting
for
them
to
come
and
end
his
life
.
He
turned
and
faced
Alby
,
still
propped
against
the
stone
wall
,
now
only
a
mound
of
shadow
in
the
darkness
.
Kneeling
on
the
ground
,
Thomas
found
Alby
's
neck
,
then
searched
for
a
pulse
.
Something
there
.
He
listened
at
his
chest
like
Minho
had
done
.
buh-bump
,
buh-bump
,
buh-bump
Still
alive
.
Thomas
rocked
back
on
his
heels
,
then
ran
his
arm
across
his
forehead
,
wiping
away
the
sweat
.
And
at
that
moment
,
in
the
space
of
only
a
few
seconds
,
he
learned
a
lot
about
himself
.
About
the
Thomas
that
was
before
.
He
could
n't
leave
a
friend
to
die
.
Even
someone
as
cranky
as
Alby
.
