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"
Are
you
close
?
Anything
developing
?
"
Minho
shrugged
.
"
I
do
n't
know
It
's
kind
of
depressing
,
but
we
do
n't
know
what
else
to
do
.
Ca
n't
take
a
chance
that
one
day
,
in
one
spot
,
somewhere
,
an
exit
might
appear
.
We
ca
n't
give
up
.
Ever
.
"
Thomas
nodded
,
relieved
at
the
attitude
.
As
bad
as
things
were
,
giving
up
would
only
make
them
worse
.
Minho
pulled
several
sheets
from
the
trunk
,
the
Maps
from
the
last
few
days
.
As
he
flipped
through
them
,
he
explained
,
"
We
compare
day
to
day
,
week
to
week
,
month
to
month
,
just
like
I
was
saying
.
Each
Runner
is
in
charge
of
the
Map
for
his
own
Section
.
If
I
got
ta
be
honest
,
we
have
n't
figured
out
jack
yet
.
Even
more
honest
--
we
do
n't
know
what
we
're
looking
for
.
Really
sucks
,
dude
.
Really
freaking
sucks
.
"
"
But
we
ca
n't
give
up
.
"
Thomas
said
it
in
a
matter-of-fact
tone
,
as
a
resigned
repeat
of
what
Minho
had
said
a
moment
earlier
.
He
'd
said
"
we
"
without
even
thinking
about
it
,
and
realized
he
was
truly
part
of
the
Glade
now
.
"
Right
on
,
bro
.
We
ca
n't
give
up
.
"
Minho
carefully
returned
the
papers
and
closed
the
trunk
,
then
stood
.
"
Well
,
we
got
ta
bust
it
fast
since
we
took
time
in
here
--
you
'll
just
be
following
me
around
your
first
few
days
.
Ready
?
"
Thomas
felt
a
wire
of
nervousness
tighten
inside
him
,
pinching
his
gut
.
It
was
actually
here
--
they
were
going
for
real
now
,
no
more
talking
and
thinking
about
it
.
"
Um
...
yeah
.
"
"
No
'
ums
'
around
here
.
You
ready
or
not
?
"
Thomas
looked
at
Minho
,
matched
his
suddenly
hard
gaze
.
"
I
'm
ready
.
"
