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Right
,
then
left
.
Down
a
long
corridor
,
then
right
again
.
Left
.
Right
.
Two
lefts
.
Another
long
corridor
.
The
sounds
of
pursuit
from
behind
did
n't
relent
or
fade
,
but
he
was
n't
losing
ground
,
either
.
On
and
on
he
ran
,
his
heart
ready
to
blow
its
way
out
of
his
chest
.
With
great
,
sucking
heaves
of
breath
,
he
tried
to
get
oxygen
in
his
lungs
,
but
he
knew
he
could
n't
last
much
longer
.
He
wondered
if
it
'd
just
be
easier
to
turn
and
fight
,
get
it
over
with
.
When
he
rounded
the
next
corner
,
he
skidded
to
a
halt
at
the
sight
in
front
of
him
.
Panting
uncontrollably
,
he
stared
.
Three
Grievers
were
up
ahead
,
rolling
along
as
they
dug
their
spikes
into
the
stone
,
coming
directly
toward
him
.
Thomas
turned
to
see
his
original
pursuer
still
coming
,
though
it
had
slowed
a
bit
,
clasping
and
unclasping
a
metal
claw
as
if
mocking
him
,
laughing
.
It
knows
I
'm
done
,
he
thought
.
After
all
that
effort
,
here
he
was
,
surrounded
by
Grievers
.
It
was
over
.
Not
even
a
week
of
salvageable
memory
,
and
his
life
was
over
.
Almost
consumed
by
grief
,
he
made
a
decision
.
He
'd
go
down
fighting
.
Much
preferring
one
over
three
,
he
ran
straight
toward
the
Griever
that
had
chased
him
there
.
The
ugly
thing
retracted
just
an
inch
,
stopped
moving
its
claw
,
as
if
shocked
at
his
boldness
.
Taking
heart
at
the
slight
falter
,
Thomas
started
screaming
as
he
charged
.
The
Griever
came
to
life
,
spikes
popping
out
of
its
skin
;
it
rolled
forward
,
ready
to
collide
head-on
with
its
foe
.
The
sudden
movement
almost
made
Thomas
stop
,
his
brief
moment
of
insane
courage
washing
away
,
but
he
kept
running
.
At
the
last
second
before
collision
,
just
as
he
got
a
close
look
at
the
metal
and
hair
and
slime
,
Thomas
planted
his
left
foot
and
dove
to
the
right
.
Unable
to
stop
its
momentum
,
the
Griever
zoomed
straight
past
him
before
it
shuddered
to
a
halt
--
Thomas
noticed
the
thing
was
moving
a
lot
faster
now
.
With
a
metallic
howl
,
it
swiveled
and
readied
to
pounce
on
its
victim
.
But
now
,
no
longer
surrounded
,
Thomas
had
a
clear
shot
away
,
back
down
the
path
.
