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Thomas
leaned
against
the
tree
as
he
waited
for
Chuck
.
He
scanned
the
compound
of
the
Glade
,
this
new
place
of
nightmares
where
he
seemed
destined
to
live
.
The
shadows
from
the
walls
had
lengthened
considerably
,
already
creeping
up
the
sides
of
the
ivy-covered
stone
faces
on
the
other
side
.
At
least
this
helped
Thomas
know
directions
--
the
wooden
building
crouched
in
the
northwest
corner
,
wedged
in
a
darkening
patch
of
shadow
,
the
grove
of
trees
in
the
southwest
.
The
farm
area
,
where
a
few
workers
were
still
picking
their
way
through
the
fields
,
spread
across
the
entire
northeast
quarter
of
the
Glade
.
The
animals
were
in
the
southeast
corner
,
mooing
and
crowing
and
baying
.
In
the
exact
middle
of
the
courtyard
,
the
still-gaping
hole
of
the
Box
lay
open
,
as
if
inviting
him
to
jump
back
in
and
go
home
.
Near
that
,
maybe
twenty
feet
to
the
south
,
stood
a
squat
building
made
of
rough
concrete
blocks
,
a
menacing
iron
door
its
only
entrance
--
there
were
no
windows
.
A
large
round
handle
resembling
a
steel
steering
wheel
marked
the
only
way
to
open
the
door
,
just
like
something
within
a
submarine
.
Despite
what
he
'd
just
seen
,
Thomas
did
n't
know
which
he
felt
more
strongly
--
curiosity
to
know
what
was
inside
,
or
dread
at
finding
out
.
Thomas
had
just
moved
his
attention
to
the
four
vast
openings
in
the
middle
of
the
main
walls
of
the
Glade
when
Chuck
arrived
,
a
couple
of
sandwiches
cradled
in
his
arms
,
along
with
apples
and
two
metal
cups
of
water
.
The
sense
of
relief
that
flooded
through
Thomas
surprised
him
--
he
was
n't
completely
alone
in
this
place
.
"
Frypan
was
n't
too
happy
about
me
invading
his
kitchen
before
suppertime
,
"
Chuck
said
,
sitting
down
next
to
the
tree
,
motioning
to
Thomas
to
do
the
same
.
He
did
,
grabbed
the
sandwich
,
but
hesitated
,
the
writhing
,
monstrous
image
of
what
he
'd
seen
in
the
shack
popping
back
into
his
mind
.
Soon
,
though
,
his
hunger
won
out
and
he
took
a
huge
bite
.
The
wonderful
tastes
of
ham
and
cheese
and
mayonnaise
filled
his
mouth
.
"
Ah
,
man
,
"
Thomas
mumbled
through
a
mouthful
.
"
I
was
starving
.
"
"
Told
ya
.
"
Chuck
chomped
into
his
own
sandwich
.
After
another
couple
of
bites
,
Thomas
finally
asked
the
question
that
had
been
bothering
him
.
"
What
's
actually
wrong
with
that
Ben
guy
?
He
does
n't
even
look
human
anymore
.
"
Chuck
glanced
over
at
the
house
.
"
Do
n't
really
know
,
"
he
muttered
absently
.
"
I
did
n't
see
him
.
"
Thomas
could
tell
the
boy
was
being
less
than
honest
but
decided
not
to
press
him
.
"
Well
,
you
do
n't
want
to
see
him
,
trust
me
.
"
He
continued
to
eat
,
munching
on
the
apples
as
he
studied
the
huge
breaks
in
the
walls
.
Though
it
was
hard
to
make
out
from
where
he
sat
,
there
was
something
odd
about
the
stone
edges
of
the
exits
to
the
outside
corridors
.
He
felt
an
uncomfortable
sense
of
vertigo
looking
at
the
towering
walls
,
as
if
he
hovered
above
them
instead
of
sitting
at
their
base
.
