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He
reached
down
and
grabbed
both
of
Alby
's
arms
,
then
squatted
into
a
sitting
position
and
wrapped
the
arms
around
his
neck
from
behind
.
He
pulled
the
lifeless
body
onto
his
back
and
pushed
with
his
legs
,
grunting
with
the
effort
.
But
it
was
too
much
.
Thomas
collapsed
forward
onto
his
face
;
Alby
sprawled
to
the
side
with
a
loud
flump
.
The
frightening
sounds
of
the
Grievers
grew
closer
by
the
second
,
echoing
off
the
stone
walls
of
the
Maze
.
Thomas
thought
he
could
see
bright
flashes
of
light
far
away
,
bouncing
off
the
night
sky
.
He
did
n't
want
to
meet
the
source
of
those
lights
,
those
sounds
.
Trying
a
new
approach
,
he
grabbed
Alby
's
arms
again
and
started
dragging
him
along
the
ground
.
He
could
n't
believe
how
heavy
the
boy
was
,
and
it
took
only
ten
feet
or
so
for
Thomas
to
realize
that
it
just
was
n't
going
to
work
.
Where
would
he
take
him
,
anyway
?
He
pushed
and
pulled
Alby
back
over
to
the
crack
that
marked
the
entrance
to
the
Glade
,
and
propped
him
once
more
into
a
sitting
position
,
leaning
against
the
stone
wall
.
Thomas
sat
back
against
it
himself
,
panting
from
exertion
,
thinking
.
As
he
looked
into
the
dark
recesses
of
the
Maze
,
he
searched
his
mind
for
a
solution
.
He
could
hardly
see
anything
,
and
he
knew
,
despite
what
Minho
had
said
,
that
it
'd
be
stupid
to
run
even
if
he
could
carry
Alby
.
Not
only
was
there
the
chance
of
getting
lost
,
he
could
actually
find
himself
running
toward
the
Grievers
instead
of
away
from
them
.
He
thought
of
the
wall
,
the
ivy
.
Minho
had
n't
explained
,
but
he
had
made
it
sound
as
if
climbing
the
walls
was
impossible
.
Still
...
A
plan
formed
in
his
mind
.
It
all
depended
on
the
unknown
abilities
of
the
Grievers
,
but
it
was
the
best
thing
he
could
come
up
with
.
Thomas
walked
a
few
feet
along
the
wall
until
he
found
a
thick
growth
of
ivy
covering
most
of
the
stone
.
He
reached
down
and
grabbed
one
of
the
vines
that
went
all
the
way
to
the
ground
and
wrapped
his
hand
around
it
.
It
felt
thicker
and
more
solid
than
he
would
've
imagined
,
maybe
a
half-inch
in
diameter
.
He
pulled
on
it
,
and
with
the
sound
of
thick
paper
ripping
apart
,
the
vine
came
unattached
from
the
wall
--
more
and
more
as
Thomas
stepped
away
from
it
.
When
he
'd
moved
back
ten
feet
,
he
could
no
longer
see
the
end
of
the
vine
way
above
;
it
disappeared
in
the
darkness
.
But
the
trailing
plant
had
yet
to
fall
free
,
so
Thomas
knew
it
was
still
attached
up
there
somewhere
.
