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"
Cuz
you
're
the
newest
Newbie
.
"
Chuck
pointed
at
Thomas
and
laughed
.
Another
scream
came
from
the
house
,
a
sound
like
a
starving
animal
being
tortured
.
"
How
can
you
be
laughing
?
"
Thomas
asked
,
horrified
by
the
noise
.
"
It
sounds
like
someone
's
dying
in
there
.
"
"
He
'll
be
okay
.
No
one
dies
if
they
make
it
back
in
time
to
get
the
Serum
.
It
's
all
or
nothing
.
Dead
or
not
dead
.
Just
hurts
a
lot
.
"
This
gave
Thomas
pause
.
"
What
hurts
a
lot
?
"
Chuck
's
eyes
wandered
as
if
he
was
n't
sure
what
to
say
.
"
Um
,
gettin
'
stung
by
the
Grievers
.
"
"
Grievers
?
"
Thomas
was
only
getting
more
and
more
confused
.
Stung
.
Grievers
.
The
words
had
a
heavy
weight
of
dread
to
them
,
and
he
suddenly
was
n't
so
sure
he
wanted
to
know
what
Chuck
was
talking
about
.
Chuck
shrugged
,
then
looked
away
,
eyes
rolling
.
Thomas
sighed
in
frustration
and
leaned
back
against
the
tree
.
"
Looks
like
you
barely
know
more
than
I
do
,
"
he
said
,
but
he
knew
it
was
n't
true
.
His
memory
loss
was
strange
.
He
mostly
remembered
the
workings
of
the
world
--
but
emptied
of
specifics
,
faces
,
names
.
Like
a
book
completely
intact
but
missing
one
word
in
every
dozen
,
making
it
a
miserable
and
confusing
read
.
He
did
n't
even
know
his
age
.
"
Chuck
,
how
...
old
do
you
think
I
am
?
"
The
boy
scanned
him
up
and
down
.
"
I
'd
say
you
're
sixteen
.
And
in
case
you
were
wondering
,
five
foot
nine
...
brown
hair
.
Oh
,
and
ugly
as
fried
liver
on
a
stick
.
"
He
snorted
a
laugh
.
