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Thomas
waited
for
an
answer
as
Minho
and
Newt
exchanged
a
long
glance
.
The
anticipation
of
fighting
was
almost
worse
than
the
fear
of
it
.
"
They
're
coming
!
"
Teresa
yelled
.
"
We
have
to
do
something
!
"
"
You
lead
,
"
Newt
finally
said
to
Minho
,
his
voice
barely
more
than
a
whisper
.
"
Make
a
bloody
path
for
Tommy
and
the
girl
.
Do
it
.
"
Minho
nodded
once
,
a
steel
look
of
resolve
hardening
his
features
.
Then
he
turned
toward
the
Gladers
.
"
We
head
straight
for
the
Cliff
!
Fight
through
the
middle
,
push
the
shuckin
'
things
toward
the
walls
.
What
matters
most
is
getting
Thomas
and
Teresa
to
the
Griever
Hole
!
"
Thomas
looked
away
from
him
,
back
at
the
approaching
monsters
--
they
were
only
a
few
feet
away
.
He
gripped
his
poor
excuse
for
a
spear
.
We
have
to
stay
close
together
,
he
told
Teresa
.
Let
them
do
the
fighting
--
we
have
to
get
through
that
Hole
.
He
felt
like
a
coward
,
but
he
knew
that
any
fighting
--
and
any
deaths
--
would
be
in
vain
if
they
did
n't
get
that
code
punched
,
the
door
to
the
Creators
opened
.
I
know
,
she
replied
.
Stick
together
.
"
Ready
!
"
Minho
yelled
next
to
Thomas
,
raising
his
barbwire-wrapped
club
into
the
air
with
one
hand
,
a
long
silver
knife
in
the
other
.
He
pointed
the
knife
at
the
horde
of
Grievers
;
a
flash
glinted
off
the
blade
.
"
Now
!
"
The
Keeper
ran
forward
without
waiting
for
a
response
.
Newt
went
after
him
,
right
on
his
heels
,
and
then
the
rest
of
the
Gladers
followed
,
a
tight
pack
of
roaring
boys
charging
ahead
to
a
bloody
battle
,
weapons
raised
.
Thomas
held
Teresa
's
hand
,
let
them
all
go
past
,
felt
them
bump
him
,
smelled
their
sweat
,
sensed
their
terror
,
waiting
for
the
perfect
opportunity
to
make
his
own
dash
.
