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She
did
n't
answer
,
which
worried
him
.
He
reached
out
and
squeezed
her
hand
.
The
Gladers
around
him
stood
silent
,
clutching
their
meager
weapons
.
Thomas
looked
over
at
Newt
.
"
Got
any
ideas
?
"
"
No
,
"
he
replied
,
his
voice
just
the
tiniest
bit
shaky
.
"
I
do
n't
understand
what
they
're
bloody
waitin
'
for
.
"
"
We
should
n't
have
come
,
"
Alby
said
.
He
'd
been
so
quiet
,
his
voice
sounded
odd
,
especially
with
the
hollow
echo
the
Maze
walls
created
.
Thomas
was
in
no
mood
for
whining
--
they
had
to
do
something
.
"
Well
,
we
'd
be
no
better
off
in
the
Homestead
.
Hate
to
say
it
,
but
if
one
of
us
dies
,
that
's
better
than
all
of
us
.
"
He
really
hoped
the
one-person-a-night
thing
was
true
now
.
Seeing
all
these
Grievers
close
up
hit
home
with
an
explosion
of
reality
--
could
they
really
fight
them
all
?
A
long
moment
passed
before
Alby
replied
.
"
Maybe
I
should
...
"
He
trailed
off
and
started
walking
forward
--
in
the
direction
of
the
Cliff
--
slowly
,
as
if
in
a
trance
.
Thomas
watched
in
detached
awe
--
he
could
n't
believe
his
eyes
.
"
Alby
?
"
Newt
said
.
"
Get
back
here
!
"
Instead
of
responding
,
Alby
took
off
running
--
he
headed
straight
for
the
pack
of
Grievers
between
him
and
the
Cliff
.
"
Alby
!
"
Newt
screamed
.
