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Eventually
,
when
his
watch
showed
that
evening
had
arrived
,
he
went
to
the
Homestead
with
everyone
else
.
He
barely
noticed
he
'd
been
hungry
until
he
started
eating
Frypan
's
hastily
prepared
meal
of
biscuits
and
tomato
soup
.
And
then
it
was
time
for
another
sleepless
night
.
The
Builders
had
boarded
up
the
gaping
holes
left
by
the
monsters
who
'd
carried
off
Gally
and
Adam
.
The
end
result
looked
to
Thomas
like
an
army
of
drunk
guys
had
done
the
work
,
but
it
was
solid
enough
.
Newt
and
Alby
,
who
finally
felt
well
enough
to
walk
around
again
,
his
head
heavily
bandaged
,
insisted
on
a
plan
for
everyone
to
rotate
where
they
slept
each
night
.
Thomas
ended
up
in
the
large
living
room
on
the
bottom
floor
of
the
Homestead
with
the
same
people
he
'd
slept
with
two
nights
before
.
Silence
settled
over
the
room
quickly
,
though
he
did
n't
know
if
it
was
because
people
were
actually
asleep
or
just
scared
,
quietly
hoping
against
hope
the
Grievers
did
n't
come
again
.
Unlike
two
nights
ago
,
Teresa
was
allowed
to
stay
in
the
building
with
the
rest
of
the
Gladers
.
She
was
near
him
,
curled
up
in
two
blankets
.
Somehow
,
he
could
sense
that
she
was
sleeping
.
Actually
sleeping
.
Thomas
certainly
could
n't
sleep
,
even
though
he
knew
his
body
needed
it
desperately
.
He
tried
--
he
tried
so
hard
to
keep
his
eyes
closed
,
force
himself
to
relax
.
But
he
had
no
luck
.
The
night
dragged
on
,
the
heavy
sense
of
anticipation
like
a
weight
on
his
chest
.
Then
,
just
as
they
'd
all
expected
,
came
the
mechanical
,
haunted
sounds
of
the
Grievers
outside
.
The
time
had
come
.
Everyone
crowded
together
against
the
wall
farthest
from
the
windows
,
doing
their
best
to
keep
quiet
.
Thomas
huddled
in
a
corner
next
to
Teresa
,
hugging
his
knees
,
staring
at
the
window
.
The
reality
of
the
dreadful
decision
he
'd
made
earlier
squeezed
his
heart
like
a
crushing
fist
.
But
he
knew
that
everything
might
depend
on
it
.
The
tension
in
the
room
rose
at
a
steady
pace
.
The
Gladers
were
quiet
,
not
a
soul
moved
.
A
distant
scraping
of
metal
against
wood
echoed
through
the
house
;
it
sounded
to
Thomas
like
a
Griever
was
climbing
on
the
back
side
of
the
Homestead
,
opposite
where
they
were
.
More
noises
joined
in
a
few
seconds
later
,
coming
from
all
directions
,
the
closest
right
outside
their
own
window
.
The
air
in
the
room
seemed
to
freeze
into
solid
ice
,
and
Thomas
pressed
his
fists
against
his
eyes
,
the
anticipation
of
the
attack
killing
him
.
A
booming
explosion
of
ripping
wood
and
broken
glass
thundered
from
somewhere
upstairs
,
shaking
the
whole
house
.
