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The
icy
chill
of
fear
bit
Thomas
harder
than
ever
before
.
He
looked
over
at
Teresa
,
about
to
say
something
,
but
stopped
when
he
saw
the
expression
on
her
pale
face
--
he
'd
never
seen
terror
present
itself
so
starkly
.
Newt
and
Alby
had
moved
up
the
line
of
waiting
Gladers
to
join
Thomas
and
the
others
.
Apparently
Minho
's
pronouncement
had
already
been
whispered
through
the
ranks
,
because
the
first
thing
Newt
said
was
"
Well
,
we
knew
we
'd
have
to
fight
.
"
But
the
tremor
in
his
voice
gave
him
away
--
he
was
just
trying
to
say
the
right
thing
.
Thomas
felt
it
himself
.
It
'd
been
easy
to
talk
about
--
the
nothing-to-lose
fight
,
the
hope
that
just
one
of
them
would
be
taken
,
the
chance
to
finally
escape
.
But
now
it
was
here
,
literally
around
the
corner
.
Doubts
that
he
could
go
through
with
it
seeped
into
his
mind
and
heart
.
He
wondered
why
the
Grievers
were
just
waiting
--
the
beetle
blades
had
obviously
let
them
know
the
Gladers
were
coming
.
Were
the
Creators
enjoying
this
?
He
had
an
idea
.
"
Maybe
they
've
already
taken
a
kid
back
at
the
Glade
.
Maybe
we
can
get
past
them
--
why
else
would
they
just
be
sitting
--
"
A
loud
noise
from
behind
cut
him
off
--
he
spun
to
see
more
Grievers
moving
down
the
corridor
toward
them
,
spikes
flaring
,
metal
arms
groping
,
coming
from
the
direction
of
the
Glade
.
Thomas
was
just
about
to
say
something
when
he
heard
sounds
from
the
other
end
of
the
long
alley
--
he
looked
to
see
yet
more
Grievers
.
The
enemy
was
on
all
sides
,
blocking
them
off
completely
.
The
Gladers
surged
toward
Thomas
,
forming
a
tight
group
,
forcing
him
to
move
out
into
the
open
intersection
where
the
Cliff
corridor
met
the
long
alley
.
He
saw
the
pack
of
Grievers
between
them
and
the
Cliff
,
spikes
extended
,
their
moist
skin
pulsing
in
and
out
.
Waiting
,
watching
.
The
other
two
groups
of
Grievers
had
closed
in
and
stopped
just
a
few
dozen
feet
from
the
Gladers
,
also
waiting
,
watching
.
Thomas
slowly
turned
in
a
circle
,
fought
the
fear
as
he
took
it
all
in
.
They
were
surrounded
.
They
had
no
choice
now
--
there
was
nowhere
to
go
.
A
sharp
pulsing
pain
throbbed
behind
his
eyes
.
The
Gladers
compressed
into
a
tighter
group
around
him
,
everyone
facing
outward
,
huddled
together
in
the
center
of
the
T
intersection
.
Thomas
was
pressed
between
Newt
and
Teresa
--
he
could
feel
Newt
trembling
.
No
one
said
a
word
.
The
only
sounds
were
the
eerie
moans
and
whirrs
of
machinery
coming
from
the
Grievers
,
sitting
there
as
if
enjoying
the
little
trap
they
'd
set
for
the
humans
.
Their
disgusting
bodies
heaved
in
and
out
with
mechanical
wheezes
of
breath
.
What
are
they
doing
?
Thomas
called
out
to
Teresa
.
What
are
they
waiting
for
?
