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Thomas
looked
at
each
of
the
three
sets
of
Grievers
--
not
one
had
yet
made
a
move
toward
the
Gladers
--
and
nodded
.
"
Hopefully
they
'll
go
dormant
for
a
while
.
We
should
only
need
a
minute
or
so
to
punch
in
the
code
.
"
"
How
can
you
guys
be
so
heartless
?
"
Newt
murmured
,
the
disgust
in
his
voice
surprising
Thomas
.
"
What
do
you
want
,
Newt
?
"
Minho
said
.
"
Should
we
all
dress
up
and
have
a
funeral
?
"
Newt
did
n't
respond
,
still
staring
at
the
spot
where
the
Grievers
seemed
to
be
feeding
on
Alby
beneath
them
.
Thomas
could
n't
help
taking
a
peek
--
he
saw
a
smear
of
bright
red
on
one
of
the
creatures
'
bodies
.
His
stomach
turned
and
he
quickly
looked
away
.
Minho
continued
.
"
Alby
did
n't
wan
na
go
back
to
his
old
life
.
He
freaking
sacrificed
himself
for
us
--
and
they
are
n't
attacking
,
so
maybe
it
worked
.
We
'd
be
heartless
if
we
wasted
it
.
"
Newt
only
shrugged
,
closed
his
eyes
.
Minho
turned
and
faced
the
huddled
group
of
Gladers
.
"
Listen
up
!
Number
one
priority
is
to
protect
Thomas
and
Teresa
.
Get
them
to
the
Cliff
and
the
Hole
so
--
"
The
sounds
of
the
Grievers
revving
to
life
cut
him
off
.
Thomas
looked
up
in
horror
.
The
creatures
on
both
sides
of
their
group
seemed
to
have
noticed
them
again
.
Spikes
were
popping
in
and
out
of
blubbery
skin
;
their
bodies
shuddered
and
pulsed
.
Then
,
in
unison
,
the
monsters
moved
forward
,
slowly
,
instrument-tipped
appendages
unfolding
,
pointed
at
Thomas
and
the
Gladers
,
ready
to
kill
.
Tightening
their
trap
formation
like
a
noose
,
the
Grievers
steadily
charged
toward
them
.
Alby
's
sacrifice
had
failed
miserably
.
Thomas
grabbed
Minho
by
the
arm
.
"
Somehow
I
have
to
get
through
that
!
"
He
nodded
toward
the
rolling
pack
of
Grievers
between
them
and
the
Cliff
--
they
looked
like
one
big
mass
of
rumbling
,
spiked
blubber
,
glistening
with
flashes
of
lights
off
steel
.
They
were
even
more
menacing
in
the
faded
gray
light
.
