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He
scrambled
to
his
feet
and
sprinted
forward
.
Sounds
of
pursuit
,
this
time
from
all
four
Grievers
,
followed
close
behind
.
Sure
that
he
was
pushing
his
body
beyond
its
physical
limits
,
he
ran
on
,
trying
to
rid
himself
of
the
hopeless
feeling
that
it
was
only
a
matter
of
time
before
they
got
him
.
Then
,
three
corridors
down
,
two
hands
suddenly
reached
out
and
yanked
him
into
the
adjoining
hallway
.
Thomas
's
heart
leaped
into
his
throat
as
he
struggled
to
free
himself
.
He
stopped
when
he
realized
it
was
Minho
.
"
What
--
"
"
Shut
up
and
follow
me
!
"
Minho
yelled
,
already
dragging
Thomas
away
until
he
was
able
to
get
his
feet
under
him
.
Without
a
moment
to
think
,
Thomas
collected
himself
.
Together
,
they
ran
through
corridors
,
taking
turn
after
turn
.
Minho
seemed
to
know
exactly
what
he
was
doing
,
where
he
was
going
;
he
never
paused
to
think
about
which
way
they
should
run
.
As
they
rounded
the
next
corner
,
Minho
attempted
to
speak
.
Between
heaving
breaths
,
he
gasped
,
"
I
just
saw
...
the
dive
move
you
did
...
back
there
...
gave
me
an
idea
...
we
only
have
to
last
...
a
little
while
longer
.
"
Thomas
did
n't
bother
wasting
his
own
breath
on
questions
;
he
just
kept
running
,
following
Minho
.
Without
having
to
look
behind
him
,
he
knew
the
Grievers
were
gaining
ground
at
an
alarming
rate
.
Every
inch
of
his
body
hurt
,
inside
and
out
;
his
limbs
cried
for
him
to
quit
running
.
But
he
ran
on
,
hoped
his
heart
did
n't
quit
pumping
.
A
few
turns
later
,
Thomas
saw
something
ahead
of
them
that
did
n't
register
with
his
brain
.
It
seemed
...
wrong
.
And
the
faint
light
emanating
from
their
pursuers
made
the
oddity
up
ahead
all
the
more
apparent
.
The
corridor
did
n't
end
in
another
stone
wall
.
