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"
Hilarious
.
"
Minho
stood
and
stepped
over
to
the
trunk
right
behind
them
,
knelt
down
,
then
lifted
the
lid
and
rested
it
against
the
wall
.
"
Come
here
.
"
Thomas
had
already
gotten
up
;
he
leaned
over
Minho
's
shoulder
and
took
a
look
.
The
trunk
was
large
enough
that
four
stacks
of
Maps
could
fit
,
and
all
four
reached
the
top
.
Each
of
the
ones
Thomas
could
see
were
very
similar
:
a
rough
sketch
of
a
square
maze
,
filling
almost
the
whole
page
.
In
the
top
right
corners
,
Section
8
was
scribbled
,
followed
by
the
name
Hank
,
then
the
word
Day
,
followed
by
a
number
.
The
latest
one
said
it
was
day
number
749
.
Minho
continued
.
"
We
figured
out
the
walls
were
moving
right
at
the
beginning
.
As
soon
as
we
did
,
we
started
keeping
track
.
We
've
always
thought
that
comparing
these
day
to
day
,
week
to
week
,
would
help
us
figure
out
a
pattern
.
And
we
did
--
the
mazes
basically
repeat
themselves
about
every
month
.
But
we
've
yet
to
see
an
exit
open
up
that
will
lead
us
out
of
the
square
.
Never
been
an
exit
.
"
"
It
's
been
two
years
,
"
Thomas
said
.
"
Have
n't
you
gotten
desperate
enough
to
stay
out
there
overnight
,
see
if
maybe
something
opens
while
the
walls
are
moving
?
"
Minho
looked
up
at
him
,
a
flash
of
anger
in
his
eyes
.
"
That
's
kind
of
insulting
,
dude
.
Seriously
.
"
"
What
?
"
Thomas
was
shocked
--
he
had
n't
meant
it
that
way
.
"
We
've
been
bustin
'
our
butts
for
two
years
,
and
all
you
can
ask
is
why
we
're
too
sissy
to
stay
out
there
all
night
?
A
few
tried
it
in
the
very
beginning
--
all
of
them
showed
up
dead
.
You
wan
na
spend
another
night
out
there
?
Like
your
chances
of
surviving
again
,
do
ya
?
"
Thomas
's
face
reddened
in
shame
.
"
No
.
Sorry
.
"
He
suddenly
felt
like
a
piece
of
klunk
.
And
he
certainly
agreed
--
he
'd
much
rather
come
home
safe
and
sound
to
the
Glade
every
night
than
ensure
another
battle
with
the
Grievers
.
He
shuddered
at
the
thought
.
"
Yeah
,
well
.
"
Minho
returned
his
gaze
to
the
Maps
in
the
trunk
,
much
to
Thomas
's
relief
.
"
Life
in
the
Glade
might
not
be
sweet
livin
'
,
but
at
least
it
's
safe
.
Plenty
of
food
,
protection
from
the
Grievers
.
There
's
no
way
we
can
ask
the
Runners
to
risk
staying
out
there
--
no
way
.
Least
not
yet
.
Not
until
something
about
these
patterns
gives
a
clue
that
an
exit
might
open
up
,
even
temporarily
.
"
