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Newt
answered
,
nodding
toward
the
Box
as
he
did
so
.
"
Bloody
supplies
did
n't
come
today
.
Come
every
week
for
two
years
,
same
time
,
same
day
.
But
not
today
.
"
All
four
of
them
looked
over
at
the
steel
doors
attached
to
the
ground
.
To
Thomas
,
there
seemed
to
be
a
shadow
hovering
over
it
darker
than
the
gray
air
surrounding
everything
else
.
"
Oh
,
we
're
shucked
for
good
now
,
"
Minho
whispered
,
his
reaction
alerting
Thomas
to
how
grave
the
situation
really
was
.
"
No
sun
for
the
plants
,
"
Newt
said
,
"
no
supplies
from
the
bloody
Box
--
yeah
,
I
'd
say
we
're
shucked
,
all
right
.
"
Alby
had
folded
his
arms
,
still
glaring
at
the
Box
as
if
trying
to
open
the
doors
with
his
mind
.
Thomas
hoped
their
leader
did
n't
bring
up
what
he
'd
seen
in
the
Changing
--
or
anything
related
to
Thomas
,
for
that
matter
.
Especially
now
.
"
Yeah
,
anyway
,
"
Minho
continued
.
"
We
found
something
weird
.
"
Thomas
waited
,
hoping
that
Newt
or
Alby
would
have
a
positive
reaction
to
the
news
,
maybe
even
have
further
information
to
shed
light
on
the
mystery
.
Newt
raised
his
eyebrows
.
"
What
?
"
Minho
took
a
full
three
minutes
to
explain
,
starting
with
the
Griever
they
followed
and
ending
with
the
results
of
their
rock-throwing
experiment
.
"
Must
lead
to
where
the
...
ya
know
...
Grievers
live
,
"
he
said
when
finished
.
